"I’m not ‘on drugs.’ I’m just not British." — Polly Chromatic
They didn’t recognise the clarity.
They didn’t recognise the resistance.
They didn’t recognise the refusal to apologise for breathing.
So they called it madness.
So they called it danger.
So they called it drugs.
But it wasn’t intoxication.
It was articulation.
And it was American.
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