The feminine in the man is the sugar in the whiskey. The masculine in the woman is the yeast in the bread. Without these ingredients the result is flat, without tang or flavor.

Edna Ferber

Mami wanted me to be a lady: / sit up straight, cross my ankles, / let men protect me. / Papi wanted me to be a leader. / To think quick & strike hard, / to speak rarely, but when I did, / to always be heard. Me? / Playing chess taught me a queen is both: / deadly & graceful, poised & ruthless.

Elizabeth Acevedo, Clap When You Land