I arrived into this gloriously disastrous world on the lovely morning of September 28th, 1998.
A mistake so drastic that Hurricane George decide it was as good a time as any to rage through lil Mississippi.
Thousands of prisoners set free and six dead in a mudslide
Oh yes, this is the day of my birth.
Second in the line four plus two, I came out with a vengeance,
Blood spraying across a tasteful yellow blouse.
Eyes a dark brown; wide and full of nothing but hope and a sarcastic spirit to contrast,
I was a little girl who would one day have the joy of wanderlust in her heart.
I truly had no idea what the world had in store for naive mind.