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Shit i can't say to my teacher REAL EDITION


i raise my hand 

but the bitch doesnt see

i have to go to the bathroom but she says others are out

but what does that have to do with me?

i have a different bladder a different life

but what does she know?

she just looks at me and knows im a latino.

its hard walking around with this dark skin

when people look at me they cringe

i try to find some make up that matches

but i feel like it just looks like black ashes

its hard to feel pretty in this fucked up society

it just adds on to my anxiety

 

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