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| (Photo by Kristine Louise Andrade) |
by JERSON ELMIDO
and FEBRIELYN TUMINES
Some people live on strings, they’re called musicians. Some other impress through graceful hopping, they’re called ballerinas. Few people express through ink blots on skin called tattoo, and we call them drug pushers, ex-convicts and worst, forsaken- children-of-God.
It’s long been known, social stigma on tattooed persons existed, ridiculed in the 21st century as dirty bastards. That whenever we pass by them, we thought of saying”Oh come on, get some decent life man!” Ex-convicts, criminals, black sheeps, drug addicts, warfreaks, drunken masters are some of the awful nouns branded to this group of people.
It’s long been known, social stigma on tattooed persons existed, ridiculed in the 21st century as dirty bastards. That whenever we pass by them, we thought of saying”Oh come on, get some decent life man!” Ex-convicts, criminals, black sheeps, drug addicts, warfreaks, drunken masters are some of the awful nouns branded to this group of people.