I love my hair. But I don't even remember my original color because I started bleaching it so young. I was, like, 11.
May the Lord protect me as the world gets hectic. My voice projected, my life reflected.
My ideal man is dead white old and on a green sheet of paper.
You lil Fraggle Rock, beat you wit a padded lock
& if I'm fake I aint notice cause my money aint
True confidence leaves no room for jealousy. When you know your are great, you have no need to hate.