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in high school I used to believe that the sun hated me while my closest friends found ways to tease me for the melanin
that refused to vanish from my skin, jokes hurt more than fists, when the ball fell across the fence I started climbing my
P.E. teacher yelled out oh yeah Myrlin he's good at jumping fences everyone laughed
Mexican was always a dirty word to me I changed brands of soap frequently but you cannot wash away pain when it bears
the name epidermis and I am this runt child the one New Mexico left in a dumpster because my tongue can I bend
properly the runt child Idaho built into a prison so I could learn how to hate the walls and fences of this body
I told my parents nothing I held it all inside sewed my mouth shut with clandestine middle fingers and missed curfews told
myself this pain was not real let it sit inside my chest like a time bomb waiting to explode while I shoved my spirit into
empty bottles of vodka