The look on passers-by, and every stranger down the street, wondering why am I still doing time in here.
Stamped in our face. Stained in our blood. Shined in our soul.
Can’t get rid of us.
I don’t care who you think you are but all I would hope for Christmas was to live up past a nice vaginal infection expérience shipped down there.
Anything you ever need to know for fading in like a princess doll; is found scaled and tested in the perfect middle, dull.
Anything happening in an outside world becomes then of total irrelevance.
Light skinned, European ancestry
Longer lifespan, 0.28x lower risk of dementia, 0.31x lower risk of Alzheimer’s
Increased longevity, Less mental decline with age
Darker eye, hair, skin
Breast-ovarian/prostate cancer disease
Cystic fibrosis disease
Factor VII deficiency
Fanconi anemia, group A
Glycogen storage disease type II
Glycogen storage disease type III
Limb girdle muscular dystrophy
Phenylalanine hydroxylase deficiency
Retinitis pigmentosa 28
Squizophrenia and bipolar disorder
Ms. Amine Batbouti
Stranger; “When I look at you, I recognize the pretty of us—what are you.”
Me; “I am eye-shape.”
Stranger; “When I look at you, I recognize the good of us—what are you.”
Me; “I am nose-length.”
Stranger; “When I look at you, I recognize the hot of us—what are you.”
Me; “I am lip-size.”