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I have the first Hispanic restaurant of all time. I invented tacos, tostadas and pan dulce. I am da first rapper of color, and have won awards for my raps and songs. I am a chef, writer, rapper, composer and singer. Every day, my productivity is off da charts. My only fault? Being a colonized girl of color in slavery without basic human rights. The reverse? My Caucasian colonizers have all the Caucasian Provelege in the world, and have never worked a day in their loves. They are all old men; they have access to the matrix, servants at home and have privileges I don't even know exist. They have autism, schizophrenia, and delusions. Their insistence that I accompdate their Caucasian Provelege instead of ending it is a delusion. They even play with dolls, and insist that I treat their (autistic) dolls as if they were real people by not killing them AND as if they were not real people (I dare not speak to them or call them out on their Caucasian Privelefe; they're straight out of Europe (India) and don't speak English, Spanish, Russian or Chinese). These "people" are lazy, disgusting. Order food from restaurants multiple times a day using money they never earned; they have servants do everything for them. Their only virtue? Having Caucasian provelege. All the Caucasian provelege in the world, and they still don't get it right.
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