I exist in the middle
In between Black and White Between man and woman I make my way through the callejones a place I go to with my drag queen brother to buy cheap jewelry, fishnets and bras. My Spanish is shitty, I feel tall, out of place the judgement AY VAN LOS POCHOS In the gallery I can see below the faces that never make their way up I have to remind myself that I am an artist too. I can exist here And when I go downstairs I can exist there too.
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I knew when I met him that it was going to hurt, but I tried anyway. I didn't want to regret him too, but I regretted so many other things instead.
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