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Fuck Off

You asked my mother how I was doing
over produce at the grocery store
Chatted away about your new bride and the life the two of you were building… 161 more words

Poetry

The bigot at the airportĀ 

I stood there with shoulders that ached from lugging around my suit cases and a head ache that spider webbed my scalp from lack of sleep when I head a voice. 293 more words