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disfigurements

ugly child why does
your mother love you rich
man why are you arms so
short beautiful man why
do you overlook me beautiful
woman why do you paint
yourself happy happy
why do you smile
mistaken why do you erase
yourself secure why
don’t you pause when

I could kill you with one poem?

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Posted by call me aja on Monday, July 24, 2006 at 9:35 PM |

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  • I'm call me aja
  • From nyc
  • 20something, black, woman, reader, writer, about to be a student again. i think i'd like to be heard (or read). child/grandchild of immigrant folk. yearning to travel. desirous of wisdom. a little bit ordinary, but working at being less so.
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