gentrification.
Gentrification, they scream at me
from behind sunglasses and infinite
torque. They blame my skin! My cock!
The number of years I have danced!
Proclaiming me unfit to walk these
streets once baptized in worker
sweat, now a haven for the middle-class,
sorrow. I will not bend my knee to these
opinionated oppressors, denied!
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