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1891 - 1960 Was a influential author, anthropologist, and filmmaker. Best known for her contributions to African American literature during the Harlem Renaissance. Born in Notasulga, Alabama, and raised in Eatonville, Florida, Hurston drew on her Southern roots and experiences in her writing, capturing the voices and stories of African American culture.

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This novel tells the story of Janie Crawford, an African American woman in the early 20th century South. Through her journey of self-discovery and independence, Hurston explores themes of love, strength, and the quest for identity.

Excerpt: “There are years that ask questions and years that answer.”

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A blend of autobiography and folklore, this work showcases African American oral traditions collected by Hurston in the rural South.

Excerpt: “If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.”

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A short story examining a young couple's relationship and the challenges they face, highlighting themes of love, infidelity, and redemption.

Excerpt: “A man ain't nothing but a man. But a man can't be a man if he ain't got no woman.”

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Hurston's work embodies the spirit of the Harlem Renaissance as an exemplar of rich storytelling analysis of African American folklore. Her writings often issued forth in praise of the African American culture and of the people's resilience in the light of an civil society.

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By challenging racial stereotypes and showing real images of African Americans, Hurtson opened up possibilities for future writers, artists, and activists. The quality of her works has impacted movements for black identity and cultural pride, which find relevance even today. One of the more observations on her legacy comes from writer Alice Walker: "Zora was not just an artist; she was a revolutionary."

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In the quiet of the night, I dream,
Of rivers flowing, and voices that scream,
Tales told in the warmth of a fireside glow,
Whispers of ancestors, secrets to sow.

A heart that dances, a spirit that flies,
Break free from the chains, lift up to the skies,
Through love and through loss, I carve out my fate,
With every word written, my truth resonates.

In a world of mules, where dreams may run thin,
I rise like the sun, through storms, I begin,
For I am the voice of the stories untold,
A legacy woven, a tapestry bold.