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When I think of myself

When I think of Myself

When I think of myself

I think of the blood of my Mexican siblings

Boom! I see that they were

Bullying me

Because I am Mexican

With no other friend

The kids were pushing me and suddenly

Bang! I

Hit myself at the ground

When I think of myself

I think of me as a young Mexican

Child

When I think of myself I think of me

Having fun

How I am as

A kid

-Michael Jimninez

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