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Nov 2018
Once there was a white boy named Austin
Who wiped his hand after I held it
This black of my skin is not dirt
*****, I have more melanin than you
So I'll bring you flowers in the hospital
When you get skin cancer
And I wouldn't
Adya Jha
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Adya Jha  18/F/Bangalore, India
(18/F/Bangalore, India)   
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