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i leaned my head on your shoulder while you told me about "those lazy wetbacks" again, the ones you ran into at the bank (with your car) and i laughed because i didn't know how not to. i grew up a painted-white fence. wood naturally brown i drowned myself in bleach so my words would be pure, burnt hair my fault. black eyes my bad for being born, i am sorry we are taller now but never any smarter: sure, we act empowered but really there's a pacifier there who just wanted a face like us to say "you're beautiful, not burnt" i pretend it's a lesson learnt
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
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i leaned my head on your shoulder while you told me about "those lazy wetbacks" again, the ones you ran into at the bank (with your car) and i laughed because i didn't know how not to. i grew up a painted-white fence. wood naturally brown i drowned myself in bleach so my words would be pure, burnt hair my fault. black eyes my bad for being born, i am sorry we are taller now but never any smarter: sure, we act empowered but really there's a pacifier there who just wanted a face like us to say "you're beautiful, not burnt" i pretend it's a lesson learnt
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Feb 12, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
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