From the tiny impressions gleaned from one another, they created a sense of belonging and tried to make do with the way they found each other. A dart of affection leaps out from her to them. But they do not look at her and do not send love back. She thinks, 'They are ugly. Preoccupied with that revelation, she trips on the sidewalk crack.
Anger is better.
There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. Black and ugly black e mos. She had explained to him the difference between colored people and niggers.