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By Allison M. Whittenberg
Imagine your finance's hand up my thigh
Him telling me I looked like a Black Julia Roberts
So innocent, so hot
Something about my narrow face
My steel belted radial lips …
I liked it
This being fed.
Enormous is my head
that your boyfriend's grossly blatant come-ons
Hit me with fuzzy caterpillar harmlessness
Of course, now, I know this ruins the echelon of things
I now interfere with your zip-locked dreams of marriage
A house in Linden Hills
He said we were the same:
Skinny and grinny
Till then I had no idea that Hollywood's
Highest paid actress
Looked like a white version of me.
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Document last modified on: 09/18/2004