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White

How I hate you
Always so clean
Always smiling those big teeth
In my face
My soiled dress
Doesnít show a trace of you
But donít you see
You are what I am, or what I might be
Each passing hour and day
You get closer
To being me
And I hate you more
With what I see
I try to stay where I am
Resist your calling
But I donít know how long my anger will keep
You do
You will bury me soon
Bury me deep in your white hue

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