WHO AM I?

A living breathing work of art

A three year old whose parents
Let her dress herself

War paint wearing

Pen wielding

Carrot munching

I run around naked because the breeze feels nice on my breasts and hairy legs
I like the way my body feels against the dewy grass

I like to run fast through the woods
Jumping over rocks pushing aside branches

I walk quick paced through the streets of NYC
Eyes on the prize of the curb ahead

Fierce and forceful
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY OR MOVE TO A DIFFERENT CITY
I don't walk- I stomp


I WILL BE WHO I WILL BE