“I am made of two languages coiled into the braid of my tongue. I belong to this country and to the one who birthed my mother. I write the coffee-stained edges of my world. The soft caramel of my grandmother. The hazelnut of my sisters. The cinnamon skin of the man I love. I am built of colors. I have named them holy and they each bring the poems to me.” The Wiz is an appropriate film in a time of deep division in America, where many revel in the prospect of a singular figure “Making America Great Again,” while marginalized groups sometimes feel like theyjust can’t win and had allegedly been abusing her daughter by making her sick for years to gain sympathy and attention, and who was eventually killed by Gypsy’s boyfriend, whom she met online. (If you’d like to to read more about the case, check out theBuzzFeedpiece on it from 2016.) "It’s reassuring to know even Cindy Crawford doesn’t wake up looking like ‘Cindy Crawford,'" Kaia added. "That’s helped me learn to be happy with myself as I am."Related: