

the poem i wrotethis is the poem I wrote on the bathroom wall where I was hiding late last fall hiding from September untill the cold swept days of November because I was so hopeless at the fact they'd actually had the nerve to attack you in front of everybody like they thought your blood was muddy just because you were from a place that to them was outer space doesn't matter if you're from New York or Pakistan doesn't matter if your skin is white, black, or tan doesn't matter what language you speak doesn't matter if you're strong or weak doesn't matter what brand of clothesthe poem i wrote


Baby WingsI swear to God I didn't try Though it is my fault--so now I cry. It seems my mistakes have come to this... But it was just supposed to be one single kiss! Yet it turned into something much more and then me and him ended up on the floor. A month later--turns out I'm gonna have a baby Abortion? Adoption? But wait...just maybe everything will somehow work out and this I thought without a doubt.Baby Wings
I'll have a kid with eyes like mine the same shoe size and hair that shines Nine months later came the day in the hospital me and baby lay.
And then a day later, h
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equality dances the tangoon a street any street (did it ever really matter) as the clock the neon numbers on the dash slowly trembled towards the peak of quiet you stepped on a road any road (did it really matter) a tar-blackened road though it was hard to see in that ever growing dark. the street felt grainy and hard against your feet. nearly cold not so numb and in that nightequality dances the tango
when only a sliver of the moon awakened to watch the earth below you waited. women only tango after midnight. the wind was tiny unseen, u
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