Nothingnew The Life And Death Of Carolina Maria De Jesus
in a society of poverty, she recorded the atrocity to the dismay of the minority who held the reins of the authority. there's money in reality cause people buy the fallacy that exposure to a world unseen trickles down philanthropy. so she sold it to the papers and they spread it black-and-white. a woman in anonymity turned poster child for plight, till the ignorance bourne of poverty fed her disregard for property and she landed back where she did start. now she's out working for the lord, selling secrets, chasing down the whores. she's the one who so exploited, took the low road and now they don't even care that she's not here.
in a moment of clarity, she recognized the disparaging, truth of her endangerment, in her rise to her prosperity. so she squandered all her royalties on what she deemed necessities, conservatism ideology, acceptance of theology. so she scribbled in her journal, sent it to the company, but the truth of her success destroyed all her legitimacy, and the ignorance bourne of poverty, returned her to disharmony, and she took the flight back to her demise. now she's out working for the lord, selling secrets, knocking at your door. she's the one who so exploited, took the low road and now they don't even care that she's not here. now she's out working for the lord, selling secrets, escalating wars. she's the one who so exploited took the low road and now they don't even care that she's not here. she said, "i'll be somewhere working for my lord"
