"We are no better than prositutes themselves. We happen to sell our mind, body, and spirit to corporations from 9-5 each day. We can’t protect ourselves. We can’t express ourseleves. We couldn’t even kill ourselves if this reality began to add pressure on our fragile toes and weary backs. It’s one thing to advertise it’s another to sell souls in an expressive bottle only a few can afford. How much longer do we have to feel like this. "
What scares me the most about this piece I wrote, is how this is how I feel yet I never said I once."