Is it my black girl soul? Or is it my naive boy heart? Sometimes I can't hide the femininity inside me, or maybe it's just my morbid curiosity. Sometimes I feel the need to dominate and I know I can be a little foolish. I guess that's still what makes me a man. Quite frankly, I'm exhausted of always being the guy who falls short of every chance he gets. Some think me sarcastic or blunt, but shall we dance or pierce to the point?
I'm as whimsical and free-spirited as they come, because I let America inspire me.
Welcome to the mountains of madness.