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black girl magic its suppression in this world is tragic the land of the free home of the enslaved
black girl magic its suppression in this world is tragic the land of the free home of the enslaved
I grew up in a suburb I grew up in a suburb full of white people I went to school with only a hand-full of minority students
Arid remarks Shrugged-off side glances Painted with painful disdains Torment and colorful disgust Intrinsically defined by nothing but Side comments and catcalls— Little girl.
Again and again and again and again. Every two steps forward is one step back People fight until they’re no longer standing, And no one stops to help them up.
I was always jealous of her clothing.  Not because of what she wore,  But due to the magic in her protective red.  Her pale complexion 
Privilege, fair skin, and Latina pride   My privilege is living in America with Latina blood and fair skin  
I'm the girl behind the curtain,


The other day I had someone ask me: "Hey why do you write"?
Genocide Suicide How some people just get to slide. Why humans? I want to study you Research why we do what we do. Might even discover something new. Why humans? True, this talk
Genocide Suicide How some people just get to slide. Why humans? I want to study you Research why we do what we do. Might even discover something new. Why humans? True, this talk
We live in this world together I can’t run from you And you can’t run from me There is a limited space of land & sea No matter where you go "We are connected in an inescapable network of mutuality
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