We are natives of a land that none of us owns. Yet this world offers no place; none except the outskirts, where the abominations of our kind are left undisturbed. Privilege is as rare as desert rain. The pigment of our skin is darker than fair. We are unlettered. We are voiceless. We have nothing …
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