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Retire permanently to ruin. The scorn of society sharpened my teeth, equipping me to strip the meat from its bleeding body. The scraps I eat drip with opportunity. I am the latest in a line of survivors: of subordinate, unidentifiable men and betrayed and brutalized women themselves fellow pixels in a picture of diaspora. Rhetoric is a burden, a frivolity used as political currency. It's conflicting, to say the least, to want to use metaphor to speak as deeply as meaning will allow while still fully aware that this message will fall on blind ears. Yall dont really hear me, though. I had to step down and simplify to speak this shit and yall still don't even hear me.