Who are You ?

Caught up in the gazes of delegations,  fashion ,the critics of publicity,and what our friends say

Gives us no room to be ourselves, Who are you to judge or say what I wear, hear, or discussion about

Why could not the information I state to you be as accurate as the information you find its just as resource full

as what the media would sometimes lie about, is not it ? Generation after generation mimic each other but it seems

as time passes the generation cannot seem to find themselves, so we sit and repeat what we already know but do it bigger,and

better than what was done before, So who are you individually ? Are you your own exact person or a replica or the passed ?

 

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