Doesn’t know what to say
The homes in her heart aren’t hers to claim
One word isn’t enough
One word shuts her up
Doesn’t know what to say
The homes in her heart aren’t hers to claim
One word isn’t enough
One word shuts her up
In the places I have lived
I stick out like a sore thumb.
Everyone knows that I don’t belong
I’m from somewhere else across the seas
A place called the USA
summers we would go home…
Culture is a peculiar word.
Holding such importance
In someone’s person
Celebrated and encouraged
Songs
Art
Food
Grandma's Zwieback
Little pockets of answers
Have you ever considered the money we spend on mascara?
The thoughts we spend on our outside
I don’t want them to see that pimple there
Or I hate my color hair
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