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What is it like to be a Brown, Indigenous Christian It’s build that wall or you can’t be conservative Their judgement is normative To be a democrat you can’t have your own opinions
Olive Oil Caseena Karim my grandmother prays to a man pale enough for a public to adore she tells me,
You become obsessedwith papaya soap.12 years old. Pampaputi,they say.for your armpits.for your elbows.for your knees.for your…body.
I will not describe my culture, With romantic language, Showcasing the beauty of our brides, Adorned in striking crimson, Or the spiritual resting places, That spread themselves accross the lands,