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And I'm thinking,
why the hell,
if you're wearing that
ugly blue cotton sweater every day,
and 7th grade frizz on top
would you even bother
with ugly earrings from Claire's
like it's supposed to accentuate
something
this is New York
Get some style
And equally,
I'm sorry, but neon pumps
might be hip but even on the sidewalks
of the Village
You still look like a desperate
suburbanite trying
to escape your adolescence
Wait, so
Just because you went to Stuyvesant
You're smarter than me
This one is easy:
Fuck you
Hey "Hi my name is MARIA" : newflash
It's not my fault
You couldn't graduate high school and you're fat
and now you're working at Duane Reade
Where is the dental floss?
Attitude, aisle four
And no to ponchos
And old people
and no to blonde highlights
and people who snivel when they smile
and the socially inept
and Republicans
please stop copying my homework and looking your nose down at me and laughing in movies really loudly when it's
Not appropriate
and wearing ugly shoes and those stupid black t-shirts with "Your village called their idiot is missing" written in white on the front
And I wonder who hates me
Who in their silence thinks
"What is that jacket? her pants are too big in the butt
and her smile annoys me
and she's too white
and god stop making those comments
the teacher hates you!"
I try to apologize for everything I have thought during the day, I apologize to a silent god who never baptized me and lives in a church I do not attend. Nothing omnipresent guides me, I am forced to take my own path. Anger and love mixes within me like a churning butter and crimson rum, like rage and clarity and a barely contained passion for this earth, these people, this life. I do not let go of the anger too much, but to compensate
I build a thundering, wonderful wall of acceptance and empathy.
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