The type writer or modern idiot, they said I was cheat. The lace and their crimes, the town you would get arrested. My brain is like a filling cabinet, with many tabs, nothing goes unnoticed here. You think I am oblivious, I am quite aware, I just don’t let no one know that I caught on yet. I just wait and see how far you will take it. The Strawberry Margarita, may be new to the scene but it’s a disguise. I like to be as shocked as you, when you find out I knew along. I have been choked, burned, slapped in the face by family members and people I wasn’t related too. Nothing scares me or phases me, I don’t mean I never get scared or nervous, but I won’t tolerate people’s bullshit. I don’t need a large group of friends, I don’t need to be fake, I love my small group of friends and being myself. I won’t let no one change me, because they feel insecure, it doesn’t mean I won’t work on myself though.

I didn’t cheat my way through school, I don’t copy others, their personality or movements. I didn’t surround myself with people full of hate and arrogance, I walked alone. I still had the highest GPA and all you could give was nasty looks because you were jealous and envious. Where did that get you exactly? I can be petty and shady but in a classy way. You threw your life away because of jealousy. Being the bigger person and classy, is what got me where I am today.