...visuddha...
...spoke before kindergarten... before american kids... shell tops and lees... my voice got strangled by the to mchans and pleather michael jackson... reminded through the laughter of the 7 and 8 year olds who had the leather m.j's... repulsed not at them but at my parents for being out of it... immigrant... poor... and just not getting why having $75 sneakers and a $300 jacket that would be a point of ridicule in a month was worth it...
...deep... i forced my parents into babylon... into spending the money they wanted to save for a house a yard to garden in... a home... and decades later their dream is flickering... and i grew older and a thousand fashion trends later realized i was wasting... wasted.. got wasted... you win... i'm just like you now and we can both hate on the system together... if it makes you feel better to have comapany in your victimhood...
...i left... decided not to be a fahionista or a victim... i left and never turned back and am at times Quiet and at times i will question your party line on hierarchies of oppression on what's popular in racism or anti-racism in cancellations and food...
...i pass... passed the breath test in the forest when the trees asked me to ujjayi...
...all praise is due...
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