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CW: death, state-sanctioned violence, state-sanctioned murder, state-sanctioned rape, state-sanctioned torture, state-sanctioned racism, state-sanctioned ableism, state-sanctioned queerphobia, state-sanctioned transphobia, state-sanctioned white, supremacy, state-sanctioned patriarchy, genocide, colonization, police, abortion, blood, gore graphic violence, suicidal ideation, profanity, explicit sexual content, sexual language, george washington’s dick, america

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beautylaw school dropout hyperpulp nylon what the even fuck

death to similes death to similes there is no room for almost anymore

for similar to it either is or it isn’t and i don’t g ive a fuck about the rest

and so there I am pledging my allegiance to genocide and colonization cause my kindergarten teacher would’ve tried to get me expelled if i didn’t because she was white and stern and from alabama and i always felt like she liked me  and the korean kid the least and it took me another decade to learn what that means my dripping brown enby bitch cunt drenched and slick with a lubricant of lincoln’s lies up and down up and down and up again his monument’s sex toy i spread my legs and pour anguish onto his stone lap glance down to see that india ink and desert-desert-hot-dry[blood] pooling into his creases what a stupid fucking man i think to myself shoving my tiny hands against the mess and spreading it smearing misplaced mirth and exhausted truths all over his suited chest sick-lipped lips and cock french kissing is hot but stupid i tell him abrupt in my declaration if i’m going to tongue another shove pale pink membrane up against pale pink membrane partake in a shared dance of micro-mouth sex and passionate deviance bold and brave and uncaring in its spittage then i’m sure as fuck not going to call it french nor consider it french they can have their stupid fucking baguettes and their goddamn fallen notre dame and the bees that survived can all sit merrily beneath our tongues as we sweep love into the throats of one another one another one another but then again that’s nothing lincoln would understand even dead and marblized he’s raping me raw and ragged and i don’t even know it the coercion and delusion with which i was brought to him felt like home the way this twisted place always has and hasn’t how is this home when i cannot eat a single roti in peace on the streets without worrying about being gunned down and shot left in a porous heap to be raped to eternal rot i cannot even become one with the earth where pavement is present concrete crucifix a crossroads these white bodies and minds their artistry is relentless their art is industrialization and oppression economy aside this entire nation is one big depression how is it that we are not welcomed upon this soil on which we stand on which we know better than our hands themselves and yet we are only indoctrinated truly when we are one with the earth buried beneath it or upon it in a tomb of air and CNN cameras our bones the white man’s jagged carnivorous teeth the white woman’s uncaring unforgiving corset a weapon in its silky-soft self”

— Excerpt from baby ur a PIECEofWORK, 2022 (Ami) 

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