already upset for the day, i pop in my earbuds that are connected to my iPod. i hit shuffle.
"Win Again" by Nicki Minaj plays. nicki is my icon. if i could meet any artist in the world, it would be her.
Not that I don't got good Vision, but I don't see competition.
They want me to come and help them, but I am not a magician.
I'm on them fo-fours, I'm tippin', you better move out my way.
I am not here to play.
Pinkprint can't be delayed.
i sing along with her. i don't realize i am singing so loudly, until a woman passes by. she smiles and hands me five dollars.
I thank and walk on, smiling.
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
