I'm a person.
I wear pants not skirts.
I don't like drafts in between my legs.
My thighs rubs together, pants cushion such a sensation.
I could care less about my straight hair to be curled at prom.
I would care less how short my nails are.
Or if they're colored.
I rather wake up and run to school then to sprinkle powder and pigments on my face.
I could sit for hours listening to music instead of getting at home facials.
I could spend money on small trinkets then to spend on a makeup pallet.
I rather go paintballing then paint my nails.
Bracelets are too lose on me. Their jewels would break off because of how rough I am.
I carry myself with poise and confidence.
I'm not a tomboy, I am and extroverted individual.
I wear beanies instead of headbands.
I sit with my legs apart because it's comfortable.
I am a woman, I enjoy running. I can't run in heels, or in skirts.
I run in pants, faster then a moving car.
So I'm running to find myself. I'll run at any pace, no matter how far.
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The Bare Necessities
ŞiirA collection of my creations varying from spoken word, poetry, short stories, and speeches.
