My Ultimate Pitfalls
I went to some schools, busy collecting pieces of paper. But in the end, there won't be any different between an illiterate woman and me. Those pieces of paper won't be needed and no one will ask.
I work hard wishing I could buy a house, the one at that corner. It's lovely with big yard and many trees. But in the end, there won't be any different between a bum who doesn't have a home and me. We both will be buried down there.
I wear handwoven silk top and handmade batik sarong, lovely and fancy. In real there is no difference between simple clothe that being worn by a poor woman and my fancy outfit. Both simply cover up our breasts, vaginas and some other parts.
I eat fancy meals in fancy restaurants that cost months of average monthly salaries of people in Jakarta. In the end, my meals only turn to be shits.
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