Deep fried Caucasians,
on the timeline,
eyelash extensions,
padded like a drag queen,
but still with a skinny nose,
whip straight hair,
rapping THAT word,
with Nicki,
like they have the right.
Dolezel’s daughters,
children of the sun,
or so they say,
faking freckles,
golden brown,
when the sun hasn’t given them the time of day,
all winter.
Why are you so obsessed with us?
