Lived next door to a Latina.
Knew she was fine.
Hated white people.
Got knocked up by an immature homey.
Lost him to prison.
Got knocked up by a bad hombre.
I liked him.
Liked me too.
When I’d tell her to shut up.
He’d send us both inside.
Perceptive, passionate, and daring thoughts and feelings about our difficult times.
Lived next door to a Latina.
Knew she was fine.
Hated white people.
Got knocked up by an immature homey.
Lost him to prison.
Got knocked up by a bad hombre.
I liked him.
Liked me too.
When I’d tell her to shut up.
He’d send us both inside.
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