No matter how you look at me, I’m colorful.
Name be Short and I got me a mean elbow.
My fists are named “Breast” and “Cancer.”
I throw glass bottles at people who deserve it.
On that note, let’s meet up sometime.
I’m sure we’d get along.
Do what has never been done before. Do what others are afraid to do. Do something that leaves a lasting impression. Do something that leaves others shocked.
When I was in kindergarten, my teacher told me never to leave any white space in my colorings, and I still practice that to this day. I’m all about excessive color and explosion; my imagination paints in CMYK. In any situation, I seek out the one person, or thing that is different from the rest. I thrive off of being the only one wearing red to a white party.
I’m proud to say that I’ve been told that by multiple people that they’ve never met someone like me before. I’ve been told that they have never heard a girl say the things that come out of my mouth. I’m a mix of my surroundings and the people in them. I try to incorporate past experiences, my passions and advice I’ve been told to help shape me as I grow. I am bold, different, offensive, caring, but most importantly I’m