They say the murals are vandalism and then plaster the block with these? Like we need the reminder. Most of us stopped keeping track of our scar count when it stopped making a difference.
First you get enough scars that you can’t be president, but hey, nobody in my neighborhood was aiming that high anyway. Then you’re disqualified from other government jobs, getting a business license, and any kind of financial trading. It rolls down from there till you can’t get a credit card, a bank loan, or even an apartment. I haven’t been allowed into a Pure shopping mall since I was 8. An Eadi art expo turned me down last month.
Every lie – every scar – makes it that much harder to survive. “Then why are you lying?” they ask. We’re not doing it for the free tattoos. Every lie – every scar – was a necessity. Required to survive. And yet we face the judgment for being born down here instead of up there. But the winners never want to change the rules.
