Race is imagined. We’re all sneetches

url-2Lincoln,
Brooklyn, NY.

Now, the Star-Belly Sneetches
Had bellies with stars.
The Plain-Belly Sneetches
Had none upon thars.
Those stars weren’t so big. They were really so small
You might think such a thing wouldn’t matter at all.


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