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open as a sore on the face of the lower side of this city the boy runs loose and the girl runs fast to the house of her mama's friend. 'don't gotta' 'and i don't care' wave like banners above their heads, hang like factory soot in the dank day. the boy got chewed pretty good in the back yard of an old italian woman with a big mean dog to keep the kids from botherin' her. some stitches at the emergency room grandma took him….. the girl's oldest sister got pregnant and had a pretty baby that she dressed in red and left at grandma's and went to drink a few beers and maybe see the baby's papa. and the girl three down got busted because her baby died. dead in the emergency room, ten minutes old, high and dead. just like that. and the doctors reported her and she got busted. she got a little brother who goes to the same school she used to. he don't read so good and he don't give a **** and he told that to the teachers. he thinks they don't give a **** and he don't remember a time in his eight years when he hasn't felt beat-up. by big kids and mama's boy friends by teachers and principals, by books and language, by looking at the garbage around him and looking at the good things of television. people have died for so much less. and i look at him and i smell his attitude like ***** on an unclean body. stings my nose, tears my eyes and a talk i heard with a black man about genocide and conspiracy and gene pools and what sounded wrong now makes sad sense and it smells like ***** on an unclean body.
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 4:33 AM UTC
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open as a sore on the face of the lower side of this city the boy runs loose and the girl runs fast to the house of her mama's friend. 'don't gotta' 'and i don't care' wave like banners above their heads, hang like factory soot in the dank day. the boy got chewed pretty good in the back yard of an old italian woman with a big mean dog to keep the kids from botherin' her. some stitches at the emergency room grandma took him….. the girl's oldest sister got pregnant and had a pretty baby that she dressed in red and left at grandma's and went to drink a few beers and maybe see the baby's papa. and the girl three down got busted because her baby died. dead in the emergency room, ten minutes old, high and dead. just like that. and the doctors reported her and she got busted. she got a little brother who goes to the same school she used to. he don't read so good and he don't give a **** and he told that to the teachers. he thinks they don't give a **** and he don't remember a time in his eight years when he hasn't felt beat-up. by big kids and mama's boy friends by teachers and principals, by books and language, by looking at the garbage around him and looking at the good things of television. people have died for so much less. and i look at him and i smell his attitude like ***** on an unclean body. stings my nose, tears my eyes and a talk i heard with a black man about genocide and conspiracy and gene pools and what sounded wrong now makes sad sense and it smells like ***** on an unclean body.
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72/M/Northern Illinois
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 4:33 AM UTC
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