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exactly how white do I want to be? came to terms with my whiteness sometime ago, the dentist mixes in, an offer to refresh my yellowed pearls, who’ve served admirably long, sure footed, long in the tooth… surprisingly, this puts me off guard, uncharacteristically unprepared, exactly how white do I want them to be? mmm… the scale is as follows (intermediary levels are complicated) 1. Taylor Swift Bright 10. Cowardly Lion Old Yeller and shades in between, I’ve grown accustomed to to my smile, which is closest to the Lion’s accreted usage and wear and tear, and decide to stay as is, to keep my body in a state of synchronicity Doctor puzzled, “why do I smile?” Why Doktor! you’ve commissioned a poem, and now know why your License Plate declare you as Dentist so boldly, You have the power to end racial strife, uniform the populace with bright headlights, and clearly should be allowed to proceed posthaste to any and all life threatening emergencies but my preference is to display many decades of failure, irregular brushes, periodic flossed, my natural color my god-given grace, and who am I OR ANYONE ELSE be empowered to disturb the natural order of  human perfectionism schematics, for to every season, every human being, there is a color unique!*
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Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 7:51 AM UTC
exactly how white do I want to be?
exactly how white do I want to be? came to terms with my whiteness sometime ago, the dentist mixes in, an offer to refresh my yellowed pearls, who’ve served admirably long, sure footed, long in the tooth… surprisingly, this puts me off guard, uncharacteristically unprepared, exactly how white do I want them to be? mmm… the scale is as follows (intermediary levels are complicated) 1. Taylor Swift Bright 10. Cowardly Lion Old Yeller and shades in between, I’ve grown accustomed to to my smile, which is closest to the Lion’s accreted usage and wear and tear, and decide to stay as is, to keep my body in a state of synchronicity Doctor puzzled, “why do I smile?” Why Doktor! you’ve commissioned a poem, and now know why your License Plate declare you as Dentist so boldly, You have the power to end racial strife, uniform the populace with bright headlights, and clearly should be allowed to proceed posthaste to any and all life threatening emergencies but my preference is to display many decades of failure, irregular brushes, periodic flossed, my natural color my god-given grace, and who am I OR ANYONE ELSE be empowered to disturb the natural order of  human perfectionism schematics, for to every season, every human being, there is a color unique!*
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Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 7:51 AM UTC
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