I am a wild girl not a slot
I can be filthy when I talk a lot
And find myself amongst my folks
But my legs are ‘ot always open.
I am a beautiful girl of my kind
With a twisted juvenile mind
But be not mistaken
‘Cause my Ma taught me well.
I am a wild girl with a heart made of gold
Who does not shiver at times of Cold.
I am a wild girl in love with nature
And I’ve grown fond of adventures.
As I embrace the universe my master.
I am a wild girl who dances in the rain
And smiles when she needs to hide her pains.
I am a wild girl and nothing more
I am a wild girl with a graceful life,
And crazy dreams that will someday soar.
And Lord knows I have no other choice
But to thrive ’cause I have a drive.
I am a wild girl with high morals.

Paterne Freeman Shadowriter, Liberscribes

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