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In my alabaster skin, I don't
Possess a photographic memory
But I can still see DuBois
At the back of a bus, can see

Little side windows in shops
Sliding open like guillotines
Years after I first dated
The god of variables.  No Dogs

Kikes Dagoes Spics Niggers
A sign said.  I'm not dust yet,
But I remember ballot boxes
& want ads too, August Sundays

When the boys dissected Eden
& evil-eyed us girls.  Friend,
My heart was divided by a rope
That halved a rock & roll dancehall.