High heels make my knees buckle.
The grind has no break time. It’s a dog-eat-dog world out here & I’m just tryna be the fatter bitch.
Me vs. Money

With paper thin objects serving as what’s become the only means of life, it’s absence of intrinsic value becomes replaced by one’s moral value. Tons of Adam and Eves, blinded by the metallic shine of a single dollar.

The antique of one’s silver platter devalued to a paper plate so reusable, as the weakest elements of the Periodic Table have been revolutionized to become the most powerful element of stress at our dinner tables.

“In God We Trust” so clearly embedded, essentially becomes a mock full of irony. What we are left with are Christians by day and Atheists by night, as the loss of the purity in a charity donation is later reimbursed by the sin-infested streets.

Yet, the paper chase becomes the race of so many, as our loved ones spend the majority of their unpromised days in the leading cause of divorces, and the cause leading to deaths.

The only power it serves is in it’s exchange. Thus, to let money serve as a replica of happiness, the value of self becomes bankrupt. 

 

But, that’s just my two cents.