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We Don’t Need None by Tim Fab-Eme (Lucent Dreaming Issue 7)

Momma pulls out a can of kidee permpins my two-year-old sis down between her kneesand smears her head, complaining, strand after strand; I join Angela-Davis murmuring we don’t need none; she says fine people have straight hair, smoothas a mirror, not the thorns and thistles we wear on our heads like hooded vultures, points tiny white girls… Read More We Don’t Need None by Tim Fab-Eme (Lucent Dreaming Issue 7)