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Feb 10
I come as is and don’t worry about much.
My money’s not large yet I don’t wretch.
My writing’s noticeably not as ***** as mulch.

Camouflage and flannel, not gold.
Didn’t blend into high school.
I avoid MLK boulevard.

Talk like I’m white.

Yet my hair gets all puffy and I’m not snow.
Written by
Red Vigor
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