your motto: ‘i’ll succeed on my own. nothing else
will matter’ – including history and people.
long after amway and herbalife schemes, after failed hustles
involving other people’s tupperwares; long after this loan,
that cash advance, that bankruptcy: long after
your foot got crushed by the door,
you occupied the room. then, after you made enough for
your favorite necklace, you kept the door closed…
you seized your place through will, talent, and
constant dumping. and when you ask me to
represent our people: you want me to
talk about jo koy and pacquiao, or
lumpia and the tinikling: things
to delight your white boss.
capitalism and voting democrat became your
moral calling: they clearly worked well for
you: you went from the field to your own
room in your owner’s house.
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~A.
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