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I grew up in Newark, New Jersey, home of Jersey Club music. Nothing can compare to the bass of the song matching your heartbeat. Keeping up with the intensity of the speed was the only thing you could focus on. We didn’t have to worry about prim or polite when we dance, either. And it didn’t matter that the usual drug-dealers were outside selling weed outside. And it especially didn’t matter that at least five people got shot and killed last night.
I grew up in Newark, New Jersey, where it didn’t matter that we were poor and haven’t eaten in two whole days. It didn’t matter...

Where do you keep my purity?
Is it sitting atop your night-table?
Do you carry it around all day like a large suitcase?
Or is it down in your pocket with your lint and forgotten change?

Where do you keep my purity?
Is it in the back of your brain somewhere?
Have you swallowed it and chased the taste with water?
Or is it still on those bed sheets?

Where do you keep my purity?
Is it lost in a pile of dirty laundry?
Maybe you put it in a jar to admire like a firefly?
Or is it still on your clothes like lingering perfume?
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