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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