As a young brave teenager, the juicy imagination of what it would be like to live life as David Beckham.
A fresh breeze blowing down the street, behind closed concrete walls –gifted with pleasantly flowing heat.
I’m so weak, I told myself, it’ll just be 1 week, Look at yourself now, How could you let this happen, tell me how?
As a teenager, it is not about us, Shoes, perfume, jeans with holes on the knees, Worries of the reaction on the bus, Unknown person, I hope you like what you see, Girls, confused.
I came into this life, this rough world, as a small child, gifted a kind personality and a big heart.