The Color Purple (letter 3 of 90)
DEAR GOD,
He act like he can’t stand me no more. Say I’m evil an always up to no good. He took my other little baby, a boy this time.
But I don’t think he kilt it. I think he sold it to a man an his wife over Monticello. I got breasts full of milk running down
myself. He say Why don’t you look decent? Put on something. But what I’m sposed to put on? I don’t have nothing.
I keep hoping he fine somebody to marry. I see him looking at my little sister. She scared. But I say I’ll take care of you.
With God help.
He act like he can’t stand me no more. Say I’m evil an always up to no good. He took my other little baby, a boy this time.
But I don’t think he kilt it. I think he sold it to a man an his wife over Monticello. I got breasts full of milk running down
myself. He say Why don’t you look decent? Put on something. But what I’m sposed to put on? I don’t have nothing.
I keep hoping he fine somebody to marry. I see him looking at my little sister. She scared. But I say I’ll take care of you.
With God help.