How can you pretend that beauty isn't staring you dead in the face? How can a culture be ignored when their presence beams like sunlight dancing on mirrors? Who taught you to hate the very image you spend countless dollars to emulate? Could it be that ignorance was force fed during adolescence? Or perhaps, these views started with your first breath? Make no mistake, I am far more than just misunderstood. You know my history more than you'd like to admit. Yet you continue to resent me every chance you get. The good book says the last shall be first and the first shall be last. It wouldn't kill you to show me some respect when I walk pass.
- a day in the life of shopping in the Goldcoast
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