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Apr 2017
I wear my white fragility like a
Bathrobe
The waist rope tied so tight i
Fall over myself
when trying to stand
I won’t allow myself the luxury of a warmer or
More durable
Cover because I do not believe that I am
Worthy
I tell myself that I am still too ignorant and too
Weak
To be wearing something dignified or suitable on the outside—
If what we wear represents how much we value ourselves then a
Bathrobe is close to right
Except maybe they are too comfortable
I’m
Not comfortable
I’m
Pretty sure I’m doing it wrong
somehow
Written by
rebekah  guatemala
(guatemala)   
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