Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Watermelon Tom

Edit Funeral March--- Poem While Listening to Band of Horses

Walk out of the bathroom with towel on your head,

out of the shower,

with wet hair,

and say it like it is not a racial slur.

Just like the time I told my friend about the man I saw at the laundr-o-mat

with a truck full of watermelons, his name was Tom.

She called me a racist.

I can't help it if I give people nick names.

Fucking bitch.

I am in college because I don't read between the lines.

I read the black parts on the page.

( what are you gonna say about that? )

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