title: Unicorns don't come to Black People: and Other Urban Fairy Tales
author:  Shekina Spears 
description: <span>These stories are not nice little "fairy tales" about how happy everyone is living in the Ghetto or how fun it is to live where everything and everyone is broken. They are not about friendships forged, or families uniting, or fond memories. They are about the pain at the core of violence, aggression, self-hate and abuse that is the Ghetto. These are dark, sad, angry, hopeful, funny, tragic and full of what I call "the knives from my heart." This is a book of wounds. Each story is from my life remolded into a fairy tale to make it more palatable since the truth is too terrible and painful for me to write about.</span>
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  Prologue
  
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  The black unicorn stepped from the morning mists, almost as if born of them,
  and stared out over the kingdom of Landover.
  
  Daybreak hovered at the crest of the eastern horizon, an intruder that peeked
  from its place of concealment to catch a glimpse of night's swift departure.
  The silence seemed to deepen further with the appearance of the unicorn—as if
  that one small event in that one tiny comer was sensed somehow throughout the
  whole of the valley.
  
  Everywhere sleep gave way to waking, dreams to being, and that moment of
  transition was as close as time ever came to being frozen.
  
  The unicorn stood near the summit of the valley's northern rim, high in the
  mountains of the Melchor, close to the edge of the world of fairy. Landover
  spread away before it, forested slopes, and bare rock crags dropping toward
  foothills and grasslands, rivers and lakes, forests and scrub. Color glimmered
  in hazy patches through the fading