I knew a person,
just a normal person
who
was a girl,
measured 6'6",
had dark skin,
wore orange,
celebrated Hanukkah
and believed that you could find love in anybody.
She ate lunch
in the washroom stall
and walked home
all alone because no one
would get near her.
She lived alone and afraid
of people that didn't like that she
was a girl,
measured 6'6",
had dark skin,
wore orange,
celebrated Hanukkah
and believed that you could find love in anybody.
Walking through the halls,
stinging words attacked her.
Names like "Faggot!" and "Nigga!"
Put downs like "Freak!" and "Ugly!"
Accusations like "Terrorist!" and "Whore!"
O
Roar. I've been drawing a bit for the past little while, but most of it turned out shitty. Not posting anything.
Also, I can't be on too much. I'm too lazy to get on. |C
Buts lots of love to you guys~
Yo! It's nice ta meetcha. The name's Ashfia. c:
I'm actually not much of a visual artist at all; I sing and dance, but I can't draw for shit.
I'm probably just gonna put of photography. -nod-
I'm crazy about Bleach and Yugioh, and Shattered-Mirror-Me is like... WIN. MIRRORVERSE FTW.
-wants a Boogie, Ringy, and Spadesy- eue