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301 · Mar 2015
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PROFFITT Mar 2015
I don't know how to write poems

I've never washed clothes so I don't fold them

good times? I hold them.

The urge to speak? I told them

I don't want to be better than no one.

This is the race of one man.

we are human.

you consider yourself white, while she on the other hand claims black.

Im the PROFFITT of truth.

OWN IT.

— The End —