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When I was 10, While brushing my teeth I noticed my gums bleeding- And my mother told me That it was just bad blood leaving the body. That I’m doing such a good job, At respecting myself.
Dear motherland When can I come home? I sleep On a bed A hundred wars Away from you. The air is cold
My mom is a thousand ticking bombs Wrapped recklessly In coarse, Black, South pacific skin. Pervaded by the thick stench of marlboro reds,
One of the most Significant instances of misogyny Within our time Is the disembowelment of the earth. You would think, That with our empathic nature We would be too hesitant