hole in my forehead, ’cause I done cut it oĉ. ͳen it would
just grow right back. Like, in mve days, it would be right
back.
Finally, one day I was crying about this to my grandma.
She grabbed me and started looking at my head:
Grandma: “Child, that ain’t no damn mole. ͳat a
wart.”Tiffany: “What’s a wart?”Grandma: “It’s nasty is what it is. You got HPV.
What’chu been touching on, child?”Tiffany: “What’s HPV?”Grandma: “It’s a nasty wart that nasty people get after
they do nasty things.”ͳat was messed up by my grandma. Now that I’m older,
I learned that skin warts is nothing like genital warts.
ͳey’re totally diĉerent. But in my grandma’s eyes, I was
nasty. I was doing something nasty.
ͳe good news is that she got it burnt oĉ. She took me
to the doctor to conmrm it was a wart and then burnt that
shit right off.
ͳat’s how the Dirty Ass Unicorn died and the Last
Black Unicorn was born.
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