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About Haifa

Me? I’m. Just. Observin’. Like. Linguini. Watchin’. Remy. Cook. I’m pissed. At. The stigma. Though. These. Girls. Ain’t. All. Victims. Some. Are. Hustlers. Makin’. Bank. Choosin’. This. Life. Others? Man. They’re. Trapped. That’s. What. Gets. Me. Riled. Heart. Breaks. Like. A bad. Soufflé. Saw. This. One chick. Downtown. Once. Eyes. Like. Colette’s. Fierce. But. Tired. Wanted. To. Say. “Anyone. Can cook!”. Meanin’. Anyone. Can. Rise. Above. Didn’t. Though. Kept. Walkin’. Cowardly. Move. Shatner.

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My mom and grandparents all stayed on a bit, / trying to make friendly through condolence'. Published at the web's largest poetry site.

First off, I’m running late. Like, classic me. I sprint down HaSharon Street, dodging kids on bikes and old folks walking their dogs. Yehud’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s all suburban but with a twist. I mean, you got the parks, the cafes, and then BAM! A random street art mural pops up. Love it!

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