Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
Finna get my hair JUST like this. Always wanted to do it before Rihanna did it.
Wanted to do it when I was 14. Moms wouldn't let me.
But I'm 17, I'm grown now. hahahaa.
I'll be natural again, matter of fact I'll never stop being natural. I'll just shave the sides.
And I'll the replace the blonde with red copper penny, keep the jet black, straighten the middle.
TOO many fucking people at school going natural. I remember when I shaved my ENTIRE head off.
I was the first person to do it. ME. And I hate looking like other people.
KISS MY ASS :)
I'm getting this style, very soon.
