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Proud to be black (Other) by girl

Swinging my hips as i walk Gesticulating beningly as i talk Why should i regard their didain? or drop to my knees and plea for acceptance. The breeze provoked my afro puffs as i relax on the seashore My smmoth dark skin gleamed and my eyes sparkle as the sun tends to smile more. They screwed up their faces as if they smell a dead rat. However my superb shimmering smile remained.

horus8 11-Jul-02/6:09 PM
I get the odd feeling that this was actually written by a thirteen year old Irish Catholic virgin with braces living somewhere in Bermuda




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