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Jun 2017
Onto my stump I rub expensive, aloe vera stump cream
before and after swimming in an icy, mountain stream
'cause I don't want to be on the stumpy, jungle-rot team

The jet blackness of lives topple matted into a rigged sail
because Ma's Afro locks kinked on the Saharan lion trail
as she feared ritualized **** that tribal slavery did entail
Her bloated lips, bowed legs caused Scotsmen to snigger,
while a nose wishbone marked her as a kaffir lily Negress
π‘Ίπ˜Άπ˜»π˜Ί π‘©π˜¦π˜³π˜­π˜ͺ𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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