I cried in more bathroom stalls than i can remember
learning my bullies were swastikas dressed in catholic school uniforms
The machette eyes of my peers would carve smiles out of my face like a jackolantern
The always needed a darkskinned overweight target to dart through
A pinata to hang in the nucleus of the playground while each kid took a swing
I learned how to hate myself at such an early age.”
-
Carvens Lissaint “Beauty Part 3”
(Source: vitaminroro)
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