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And this white lady was nice to everyone in the check out line, but me. Before me, and after me. Everyone was white, except me. I had called prior to showing up at the store to ensure I wasn't wasting gas. They had the product. I had them sat aside. Showed up. Paid. Cool. Anyways, a problem occurred when I realized one of my coupons didn't process and she immediately called the manager. I didn't say anything to her. No complaints. No argument. No rude demeanor. Just casually inspecting my receipt to see why I paid more than I anticipated and she called the manager. I don't know why. She already stereotyped me as I walked in. She expected me to be difficult and confrontational when I had no intentions on doing so. So what did I do? I thanked her on the way out for calling the manager, and smiled. Her old ass didn't know what to do. I'm not here to argue. I don't feel like causing a scene. I'm here to get my OxiClean detergent for $.99 each and dip off.

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I wish I could be happier. I wish I was happier. I wish my vibrations were higher. Too high to be brought down as low as I feel, Right now. I wish people knew. I know they don't know. I know they won't ever know. That I pray for their success and wellbeing, With every breath I take. I hope my child finds out. I assume my child will learn. I expect my future child to realize That all I do is for them - every step Every breath Every wrong and right decision I do it for them. This is not a poem. Not even a work of art. This is my expression, Of having prenatal depression.