raffish

Rachel stared at the rap video on MTV. Women with large breasts and thick thighs danced provocatively around a male, idolizing him and his gold chains. The beat was okay, the words needed polishing. She turned off the TV anyways. No real change in the industry would come if she kept watching. Rachel started scribbling in her notebook and practiced her rhymes. they say difference is equal, but look at my hands, worn torn from sweatshops and broken promises of man...