Inheritance-His (Audre Lorde Poems)
I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child ...
I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child ...
I am fourteen and my skin has betrayed me the boy I cannot live without still sucks his tumb in ...
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