You know what AMERICA?

I am not my hair nor my skin

I am not a freak (well...maybe a little)

I am what lays within

my values, intellect, passions, 

and relentless wit

I would like to think that I am the shit

I am the shit shit shit, 

If I don't think so, who else will?

Hell, I think we all deserve it



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