Born Confused

me: ochay
you fake iraqi
kurddddddddddddddddddish
you look kurdish
you know?
are you?

Pants: I’m 1/4

me: oh your dad?

Pants: he’s 1/2

me: yeah he looks like it
tis the eyeys

Pants: hmm
well I couldn’t tell

me: you reminded of a boy that i once once knew
LOLZ
nah nah
i have some kurdish friends

Pants: ohh

me: and i have seen enough kurds to know thelook
like with afghans it’s the hair
persians, the eyedrows/hair
desis a walk, the the slimness
the skin

Pants: hmm
I have trouble distinguishing races
perhaps because I’m so universalist [smile]

me: or your lack of appericationa

Pants: I scrutinize hearts not faces

me: but races in the faces make an impact on the heart, the eyes the art

Pants: eyes are the gate, the bait, but wait, if you get stuck at the door, you’ll never look no more

me: but it might be the key to get a laughing glee and thus see the heart as the person tells the tale from the start and a new apperication grows–and a deep understanidng and love ensows–sot eh complexcity is a part of the complexion and apart of the city of the heart undeniable part of the percepted in the world we was concepted

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