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“Ayda-bay-O” when really it’s “Adeh-by-oh.” But, oh well.
No matter what I do, no matter how much I iron down the hair that springs from my scalp, or work as hard as I can, I’m always going to be other to them. Not good enough for this place I’ve tried to call home all my life.
They treat my Black skin like a gun or a grenade or a knife that is dangerous and lethal, when really it’s them.
