“She made fun of the construction workers for not being white, for not knowing time like she knows time and I can’t say “That’s racist” because I am on the job. I am getting paid not to speak. I am getting paid to open up my body to you but not reveal it. The way I put my eyes down when you fight with your husband in line. To shit my pants only a little so you can’t see. The smell of watercress, pineapple, rice, and shit. She’s in my line again asking me if I eat ass.
Yes, sometimes.
Saw a good ass, saw a real good ass.”
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