weak

Inside, you are weak.

different dreams

i had different dreams.

spat

there’s no remedy for hating. the word keeps spinning. the people keep spitting. nothing is actually changing.

fall of the arrogant

they saw with dollar signsdug into their eyes, they drank the wine of the gods, laughlike they beat the odds, drunk themselvesto the edge of their superiority, dionysuscovered his eyes in pity, the fools didn’t knowthe storm ahead, the bow aimed at their heads,but still they drank, trapped in chainsof the blame game, dregs of

wings

to fly i need wingsbut i am stuck in this cagealone and hurting i want to succeedbut society restrainscompetition kills children learn to walkteen learns there is no limitbut you need your wings wings – given to few –miracles never granteddreams always die young the flight to the toponly the strongest succeedin the race of

lovers over greed

money can fill pocketswith its greed and leathery feelwhispered assurances of futures secured,comfy couches, empty houses,beautiful women but nothing comparesto the fullness in my heart,warm flood from your love and nothing comparesto laughter in our small housesoft stolen kisses our hands intertwinedmouths brushing, our hearts touching,i always choose you.

prosperity

with your hands in mine,your head on your shoulder,my heart is full,though my wallet is empty,and, for a moment,i feel like the richest person alive,

precious love

your love is precious,far from million dollars,but love can’t be bought

High Culture and Low Culture: Inequality and Racism

Culture has been a term relative to each year, constantly changing and with its own distinguishing features. For instance, the 60s were known for its hippie culture, while the 50s are displayed as postwar prosperity. Yet amidst this broad spectrum, culture is further fragmented down to high and low culture, relative to one’s social classes,