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Bekah Halle Nov 24
What does Snow White see,
When she looks in the mirror?
Does she like what she sees, freely?
Or does she, like me, look
With dismay, and say, 
"Oh, my skin is not as white,
As yesterday, I won't go out and play
Today, I will stay in and away,
Because people will say 'she's not so fair'."
It's not fair that weight of expectation,
and the wait for ultimate perfection.
I don't mean to be political or minimise minorities in this poem. I am sensitive to such racial concerns.
you removed her memories
can never know
that as a child
she was a **** star
the men on the street
mocked that **** star child
telling innocent
she was depraved and wild
they smiled
and winked
the stink they smelt
inked in print
had 10,000 men
legions of them

weapons loaded guns locked
on petite feet

on holey shoes
with elastic worn socks
slide down pull up
repeat
scolpamine mean
i mean
yuck

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