internalized oppression
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Dear Mom,
I'm sorry it has to be like this.
I wish you were able to get a good night's sleep instead of dozing on a lumpy hospital chair all night,
And having to go to work the next day.
I hide because I'm scared of meof how weak I might actually beI'm not so pure, and fair of skinbut I act like that's who I've beenas a child I was raised "white"Even though my skin isn't light
