Hot chocolate, Miss Saigon.

October 30, 20:55.
Our lives are so different; Caucasian privilege is the reason why.
When I was 6, I had to walk half a mile to the bus stop every morning and afternoon; wait 30 minutes on the bus every morning and afternoon. I was the only person on my planet. Go to a segregated school that is not internationally recognized; science and history? Ja! All wrong; when the reasons were wrong.
When you were 12, you had the privilege of attending an online school that would have taught you about tje matrix. You turned it down.
My entire life has been nothing but hard work and racism; your entire life has been nothing but laziness and doing the extra mile to NOT work.
You teleport everywhere; you are illiterate. Going to the airport and going on airplanes will shock you.
I have walked so much in my life. In college, miles of walling everyday; including in the middle of winter time.
I have had to share living spaces with others my entire life; shared room work 29 bunk beds and 1 shower with 2-minite showers at summer camp at age 12, shared form room with schizo European immigrants who refused to clean in college, shared restaurant with schizo homeless people who show up every day to bomb my restaurant; toxic dust from Hiroshima remaining on my Japanese maple outside my kitchen window as I wrote this (1 November 2024).
You live NY yourself on your planet. You have never waited for anything or anybody! What you want you get; everything you want handed to you, your entire life.
I work every day of my life. I invented 3 musical genres while still in slavery; vocal jazz, soul, rap and hip-hop. Highest awards in composing, writing and vocalism. I invented Hispanic cuisine while still in slavery; I am Da Queen of Hispanic Cuisine! Tacos, tostadas, pa dulce, corn soup, hot chocolate. All of it belongs to me; crown is mine, for all eternity. Highest awards in science, culinary arts and cultural and historic value.b I wrote over 51 essays on racism, colonization, slavery and segregation while still in slavery, published originally on Squarespace, Yandex and Ok. Run. Simultaneously, I wrote over 100 chapters of Les Cascanueves. I have da highest awards in writing in all languages. Simultabeousky, I invented rap while my restaurant got bombed; 14 October 2024. I ain't never held a microphone; I oickdd up my phone, recorded my first refrain a tetananr to my pain. And the word shot around, yojndaidndis kidnid insane, man! Room up a collection just to send me to da maknland. Her my eduxayiin, don't forget from where I came, and da world's gonna know my name!
What's your name!
My nsnenidnLil Ni Hold BABY Mila.
My name is Lil MI Hood Baby Mila.
And there's a million things I haven't done,so just you wait. Just you wait.
You? You have never worked a day in your life. You look for excuses to not work. You are illiterate; you can not speak 1 language properly. You have not a single friend, no wife, no kids. You don't have a single hobby. You play video games and not much else. You can not cook a meal to save your life. You would be classified as mentally retarded by most people.
And jeez your lives couldn't be more different from mine. I have nothing, you have everything.
But I invented Vocal jazz, soul, rap and hip-hop. I invented Jisoanic cuisine; tacos, tostadas, pa dulce, corn soup, hot chocolate. I speak and weote in multiple languages; winning da highest awards from my writings.
But I have nothing; no amount of awards and accomplishments would wbee geant me bssi nhuman rights if Caucasian priveldge is maintained. My planet is the symptoms, your planet is the cancer.
Miss Saigon; but Chris has autism, has never worked a day in his life, is illiterate. And can teleport. And can order whatever he wants just using his voice; has 1000 houses, 1000 sex dolls that look like reaonpwople. And oh his he uses them. No, nor for tortire. Yes,ndormdesd. And oh, his he uses the . For sex, and anal sex. And never for tortire.
And of course, I am a lot more than a prostitute. I am Lil Mí Hikd Baby Mila 👸🏻❣️
I habw less agency than. Kim
My only fault is being a colonized girl of. Olor without baie human rights.
His faults? Foo Manu to nsnw. Nora single cirrue
You know it's bad when this is true; "Why Miss Saigon is a lot darker than you think".
Buddy, you make a musical about the Vietbam War look like Saturday Night Live.