Trying to understand inner-city culture is like trying to understand how a fish sees an aquarium as "the world".

Food trickles down from above.

The only stories and songs told are those of survival.

No one questions where the food comes from, or the lights, heat, electricity, gasoline, etc.

Every move to regulate and stabilize the aquarium "the world" is seen as an attack.

How shallow is the definition of this woman's self respect?

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