“She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman” (30).

This passage made me think of the poem “Her Kind” by Anne Sexton. In both the woman is facing moments of accepting her life for what it is, and for what it means to be a woman. Janie is accepting that marriage does not mean love, but that it comes with being a woman and that she must accept this and embrace it. Much the same way the “women” in Sexton’s poem do.