Native New Yorkers are slaves to gentrification.
We have given our blood, sweat and tears to a place we had no choice but to call home.
We have squeezed rocks under pressures of 725,000 pounds per square inch on our own.
Creating diamonds out of the last kids to get picked to play.
Only to see our “masters,” ( those with money) reap the benefits that we have worked so hard for.
Once we can no longer afford to live here, where will our next plantation be?
Where else will we be able to go and help build up from the rubble so that once we have fixed it the rich can reclaim the land we have worked so hard on?