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To my left, a withered lady recounting each and every blink of life To my right, an empty seat, Rather, occupied but the presence I deny, grown cold From an ******* in a suit reading a Maxim magazine Keeps looking at me with a lusty glow With no source of intelligence that I know, never mind that, I'll just maintain Control, Staring out the window Reflections vault off the Plexiglas Plexiglas is just one big molecule, Polymerization Forcing all molecules into one One of the only molecules that could be seen with the naked eye Naked eyes are less obstructed I suppose my eye is naked, American Vulnerable to the vulgar Truth Scuffed and callused from the exposure Of toxic air the government spews Miseducate me like Lauryn Hill Teacher takes away the cd player containing the sermonizin' words A lot realer then the ones on the board Ms. Cardenas, take that off and concentrate Word I read and soak in all these falsities like a lawyer from a Shakespearean era Quiddities and Quillities don't phase me Take these press conferences, documents, debunk them Genius I am sitting here with a check to cash In my purse, an endless void Brimming with things I feel like I must Cling onto just in case I run into lost love and attempt to win him back with my favorite lipstick Utilizing my best witty remarks and quips Glossy and thick seductive lips It hurts to breathe on this land Once I let go of the breath I've been holding in, Toxic sin All in a sweep of the dusty green Christmas I don't smoke but sometimes I wish I did To drown my Id but it'll just enhance it I wish I drank, but the dank stupidity of it makes me sick Venomously the clock ticks while the lungs manually Inhales, exhales, respire, Stop! Oppressing my breathing Am I crazy to let white, rich men dictate A misunderstood, poorly paid, average weight Voluptuously represented Mexican Asian American? Just logged into a minority case White kids at school complaining they have no case In getting a scholarship because they are white Affirm this action I didn't ask to be scorned, mocked Judged and considered less My color shines gold instead of un-pigmented Affirmative Are you still positive That it's easy to breathe Once I punch the air, manually Out of those ignorant lungs I didn't ask for pity, I asked for redemption Of the past In the Plexiglas

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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