a question we all ask ourselves. . .
who am I
step back and look at yourself what do you see
long skirts
colorful patterns
band shirts
tie dye
hair scarves
flower chains
drugs
long hair
barely showering
bare feet
you call me a hippie
rehearsals
blocking
dancing
coreoghraphy
techie
dedication
performing
headshots
resume
working
you call me a actor
cars
the need for speed
drag racing
knowlege
oil stained clothes
import vs domestic fights
shows
drifting
autocrossing
you call me a street racer
classes
procrastinaton
test
exams
partying
pill popping
dorm life
self sufficent
halfway relying on mom and dad
poor
you call me a college student
long hair
big boobs
skirts
a pretty smile
giggling
sleep overs
kissing
cuddling
paying for my dinner
taking me out
you call me a girl
all of these are true
you can say whatever you want
you can classify me however you feel
you can look at me however you want
you can judge me
you can try to change me
or you can accept me for me
for after all that is who I am
and all I ever will be
© 2006 foresakenangel
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