December 2010
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I'm having major culture appropriation issues.
yellow-day:
For instance I own a vintage Mexican dress. I find it beautiful, I enjoy wearing it, though I recognize that it is not of my own culture. Does this make me a horrible person?
I have a dream catcher above my bed. I love dream catchers. I love the idea and the aesthetic quality. Should I not have one because I’m not a Native American?
Many different cultural designs and ideas shape...
My hand is turning old. A rusty creaking comes from it when I bend it. It aches through the days when I have to write more and more. And there were days I look back upon when I was inspired by what happened around me… where did that passion lie? Where has it gone? Why am I so desperate to pour my soul onto a piece of paper?
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