Trailer Trash Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

Trailer Trash



If I had a dime
for all the times
I was called trailer trash,
I'd surely drown in cash

If I had a dime
for all the times
I saw bruises as art,
oh, with an unhealed heart

If I had a dollar,
four times I called her
To tell her I made the switch-
rag doll to rich b*tch

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also a song, this is from the zine 'Table for One'.
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