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BigotryGreetings, my friend, here's wishing you well.
But I know that you'll rot in the bowels of hell.
Sure, we're both human, but I'm simply superior.
Peel back the flesh, you've a putrid interior.
I deserve more than you. It's nature, you see.
You should know that they don't come much better than me.
But we're civilized folk, now, there's no need to swear.
And please do not pull on my nicely groomed hair.
Let's both be respectful, and pretend that my judgement
Is far less restricting than prison confinement.
Just you stay with your side
And I'll stick to mine.
And I promise you that we will get along fine.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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