Stupid Girl
Look at her
Her stupid painted toe nails
Dumb gold necklaces
Dangling from her thin neck
Her melanin skin glows beneath the sun's rays
A chaotic curly mess swings in front of her face
Her stupid smug lip curling up
Almost as if she's okay
Almost as if shes happy
Kissing the blond girl in the dumb jean skirt
My stupid hands sweating again
She turns and smiles
“It’s okay, youre not a dumb boy, you never were”
I wake up in a cold sweat
I turn to look in the mirror
Look at her
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