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Aug 2016
I stare at myself in awe.
What a creation.
Behold.
She lives.

A body like the media promotes.
Smooth skin of a dark tone.
She fights with both hands
Fists clenched with intensity
To keep the insecurities at bay.

Though they climb through her brain
Chemically reducing her
To nothing but a stereotype.
Abby
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Abby  Arizona
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