the story has been i am the fat greed that's killing me the thief who guts herself and snatches her own gold chain
the chubby welfare debutante with my crown of acrylic nails my coors light baby beer belly poking out underneath my badly stitched crop top, "boriqua" emblazoned on my ever sagging legacies
i am the food stamp collector i am the world star hip hop historian i am the famine goddess
i am sex and disease and better when I'm on my knees i am the uss maine sinker i am the hilltop seeker i am the lazy drowning Carib the gold wearing savage still the rumor is
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