Thinking Thursday #5
One Mask: What Metallica’s “One” Meant to a Sixteen-Year-Old Black Girl in the Blue Ridge Mountains
I was driving home yesterday when Metallica’s “One” came on the radio, and without thinking, I turned it up and started rocking out—hard. Head nodding, mouth moving, muscle memory pulling me back through time. I knew every word. But more than that, I felt every word. Because that song? It raised me.
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