I am not my skin, nor my eyes, lips or hair. I am Me: my intellect, the spirit through within that captivates judgement, belief and emotion. I am not my skin,. The color and style of my art form does not make me who I am or ought to be. I am not my eyes. Do not look in my eyes and tell me I am beautiful. Listen to my heartbeat, what I have to say. My lips do not make me. They are not my best assets. I am not the length or texture of my hair. If u I were bald, would u still feel the same? Could what you define who what I portray?

Side note~U were my addiction, I was ur infliction. I learned my lesson I want you back. I allowed to make my mistakes, I want you back by any means.