Im really getting used to the wasting of paper
I try to at the least be nourishing with ink
I had to smile to ask her to dance
Within 2 seconds she could tell it was pretend
They can feel that I was off somewhere else
That I am just an outsider visiting the night life
They can smell how much I have been studying
That I doubted the reality of whiteness from a young age
she can smell the doubt all over me
The echoes are still fresh
coming out of my pores
she can smell that I just denounced whiteness to an audience the night before
her sense of smell is as keen as her gyrating  hips
snakey moves
but you just wait girl
soon it will be even cooler to denounce whiteness
as a mental illness
cooler than it was to create the idea of slavery
those that are hip
will be shaking them to my drums
waiting to hear my deeply rooted words
empathy
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