veins deep within my flesh fat and meat and muscle and fat bone attached to bone. life, live, hands raised high muscles contracting and expanding nerves showering cold liquid through veins and skin, veins and bone. my skin is not like the others. calloused from the struggle to uplift the heavy boxes my mother pushed and pressed for $15 an hour, though seeming enough to get anyone by, for us browned by the kisses of the sun, is never enough to exist. scarred, a life telling a story i could only be ashamed of because of the white supremacy that hunts my people in the night. a creature sits atop the spire, looking below at the children smiling with ugly teeth ready to consume their innocent flesh. my mother prays at night for these children, praying to the god her people had followed for so long, and praying to another mother from beyond. my tongue is scathed, bloody and scarred from the peers that mocked my skin, my mother tongue, forcing me to dream upon dreams of blond eyes blue hair fair skin and fair life. this life for me is not fair. but its the life i take pride in.
blue hued eyes. white pale skin. snow white was the ideal. she was the damsel in distress the one you should aspire to be but your tan skin and your brown eyes dont decieve anyone. green eyes red hair pale white skin. sleeping beauty was the ideal. she was the damsel in distress the one you should aspire to be but your dark hair and your fat body dont decieve anyone. hazel eyes blond hair skin white pale. cinderella was the ideal. she was the damsel in disress the one you should aspire to be but your mother tongue and your fat nose dont decieve anyone. princesses are the goal. but they remain princesses I become royalty I become Queen.
Madre Guadalupe usted bien sabes de mi peor pesadilla ayuda me en este tiempo y socorre todos los niños que son raptados de los hombros de sus padres si no fuera por mi madre bendita yo tambien tendra la misma destino. San Raphael, el santo que cura y de buen estar sana a mis hermanos y hermanas mis compañeros y mis camaradas de todo de sus dolores y de el odio de el capitalismo. San Miguel, ayudanos en esta batalla contra la tristesa y la atrapamiento de nuestra raza nuestra gente porque la mala gente quiere derribarnos y submitir al odio y malestar Señor quida nos a todos pero mas quidete a usted. Amen
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Model Minority my ass
The STAR test was a scam
set to displace my people
giving me a sleep pill
make us comatose god damn it.