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Skin

Skin When you walk down the hall with your friends all laughing and smiling, you laugh you smile too, and your skin just waves. But you always know they see it, the racist, the fakes, the richest, the ugliness, the privileged. It carries the right to be rude to everyone, it complains and demands everything. It yells at the other race and is too busy getting manicures to care, it apologizes but never means it and looks terrible, but you aren’t like that, not at all. It’s just 2:30 pm. On a Friday and you all, are walking home.

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