3 nov 2018, Megan's

Spanish latte.


These people, they look like my people,

but their eyes are beady

and their words so needy.

They hug like my people,

but their hands are spiky

and their fingers sticky.

They feel like my people,

if my people

had hollow hearts and

putrid breath.

Someday I will unmask them,

but until then

I'm gonna fit in

just like their people.




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