Neveah, who is made of pure gold. She exists now as a pure life-form, pre-conditioning, allowed to be entirely natural given at this early introductionary stage to society. I fear that as she grows to womanhood, african womanhood, in our patriarchal, white supremacist society she will be persuaded to compromise her innate beauty in virtue of an exterior, european beauty standard. Will she wear weave because her own hair is too difficult to manage or unprofessional looking? will she bleach her ski, because opportunities increase in line with one's fairness? No, to both because she's got me.