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About to clock into work.
These shoes are digging into my feet.
They are black,
with elastic straps to tighten them.
I walk to the punch clock.
I reach out to touch the keys.
I let a boy dictate my happiness.
I let a boy wiggle his way into my heart.
I let him rest along the softest parts.
You are the backspaced words my tongue retracts
The three o clock messages that shouldn't make sense
You are the intertwined fingers that feel like there are still spaces there
Fuck you, with the utmost hate.
I know you have distain towards me. I'm no fool.
I out wit you in front of your pupils and you hate it.
The only black student in the class who tries and yet,
