Underground

My culture has been forced underground into smoke filled rooms of loud music with people who have been to jail before and are probably going to go to jail again, singing, drinking and dancing in celebration of enduring oppressive labor and degradation yet, not falling into hate.  Representing what it means to be a human being who loves and respects all by progressing individual skills, like playing music. Rather than defining ourselves with what we have, we define our selves by what we can do.  Because what you have can be lost or taken and what you know can’t.  We go above ground to work, but we stay in the shadows until we get back underground.