Modern Bazaar

We came from people who wandered bazzars

Using their feet, not segways, or cars

The goods they purchased were just as indegneous as they

The grounds they shopped own where where their ancestors lay

The money they gave was placed in the hand of the weaver

She tied knotts as tight as the community she lived in, art her fever

Today we the descendants crave a connection

We hold our compasses out but we are given no direction

We have no bazzar to turn to so we must create it

Because if not the majority will take our culture and claim that fast fashion made it