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Watermelon Pink
We were sitting
On the sand
Along the shoreline
Our laughter
Splashing into the silence
Of the night
I could feel the heat flush
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Jealous of the Past
I miss the days
When hitting your ankle
With a scooter
Was the world's worst pain
I miss the days
When saying the word
Toilet
Was a felony
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Spirit Animal
I dreamed
I was a crab
At the beach
Pinching toes
Happily
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Loves
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What They Call Ghetto, We Call Home
They call it “the hood.”
We call it family.
They call it “ghetto.”
We call it culture.
It’s loud — but it’s home.
The ice cream truck rings at the same time every day.
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