Ah, I'm so tired of watching you imbeciles all day. You look at me, stare and point, laughing like you have something to say. I've sat here on this Soho corner for a long time.
I use to be like you.
I use to fit perfectly in the New York stereotype and I worked hard to make it that way. I laugh back because I know your type. Many of you have just as much plastic as me. You walk with your nose up at every shaggy haired, Lower East Side guy that crosses your path, making a point to avoid eye contact.
You are skinny and always hungry.
Hungry for lights and shiny objects.
Hungry for the attention you think you are getting.
You feed off the second look men give you as you walk and drench yourself in relationships according to what they can offer you.
I was your kind. I willingly let it own me because it was worth it.
But times change like the trends. You still look at me, stare, point and laugh. But I'm the one smiling on the inside. Don't let the cage fool you, because I am free. I am free of the artificial promises which fuels this city. I am content sitting here exposed all day. It's exhilarating being free of the objects and labels that use to clothe me.
What you see; this cage and this naked plastic figure, this is my illusion.
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