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  Perhaps this was the way it was always supposed to be Me at the bottom, the very last ladder rung and everyone else looming above scrambling in that
The nonstop negative news or publicities on Haiti Hurt tremendously and disturbingly The relentless or constant bashings of all Haitians
Hell in Haiti, Hell in Hispaniola Hell in Haiti, Hell in Santo Domingo Hell in Bohio, Hell in Quisqueya
Look at me up and down as You lick your tainted hungry lips Does my meat not appeal to you? Does my pale skin not make your mouth salivate? As I put my body on display for you to 
Oh do I crave That final exhalation, The sweet breath that topples my empty frame… You forgot to blow me up, my love.   I stretch and I pull for you.
The pulse The nerves The burning in me Is the ebb of the ocean The splash of the sea   The truth The future The fire in me Is the forest in the acorn The pod in the pea
My opinions are right Anyone else's is stupid and aren't worth a second thought You’re stupid, I am smart You're wrong, oh so wrong
Blood sucking parasites
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