That Girl Oh come on, you know her… Her name’s Jasmine Or Something like that You know, that girl with olive skin That falls asleep with acid and bleach on her face Because “a white complexion is powerful enough to hide seven faults,” Even in its translucency. You know, that East Asian girl. You know, that girl with the high cheekbones, the perfectly rounded flesh atop them, That girl with the deep rose, pouty lips, the shadowed eyes, the square jaw. You know, that Arab girl. You know, that girl with the big, gold jewelry That jingles and clinks when she moves, and When her heavy bracelets and rings scrape her perfectly groomed nails. You know, that far eastern girl You know, that girl with the big, curved nose That girl with the speed bump that’s so big it’s where cars go to die. You know, that Middle Eastern girl, she got a nose job yesterday You know, that girl that drenches herself in perfume That girl you pinch your nose around because her fragrance gives you a headache. You know, that eastern girl
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