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Mine was the body
The victim
The evil
Of being
Of thighs
That rub
That jiggle
That hide the
Evilest
Eye.
Theirs
Was the body.
So hated
So much
So Black.
We all knew
When I
Switched imaginary hips
And strutted
And felt a love
And a home
In that body.
That child
Their body was precious
Theirs
Until it wasn't.
It isn't.
Posted 04/12/18
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