Dear Raymonde (Madame Niel),
It has been many years since you left this country, only to take a flight back to France to return after becoming sick, only to take shelter with your sister, to quit teaching here in the States, maybe we'll meet again, though to be so lucky, I doubt the dumb monkey, eloquent in his speech by saying not a word, thus to speak no evil, damned in America, never to live abroad, unlike other students.
Doomed from the start, from birth comme les poètes maudits, I wish I were stillborn, as a Non-Resident Indian in Memphis, I studied French to lick many assholes to get ahead, but had I learned Spanish, I'd watch the gates never bar my entry to getting the best jobs with monolingual cooks, entertainingly dumb, thus to speak no evil, backbones wait to refill despairingly thirsty customers with a lack of basic fluency.
Deemed unfit to study in art school from a lack of funds, I welcome scorn eloquently spoken by my peers, graduates with enough influence, engaged with the right faith in a system that helps persons unlike myself, mentally unstable since childhood from parents who themselves cooked the books empirically to hide the illness on each side of their families, their sense dutifully made them suppress and deny truth, I praise my lack of wealth.
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