I love what I do
I love writing my poetry
My words to mom
Even if I’m not making millions presently
With the decision to never be knocked of aesthetic grounds ' to breathe its healthiest air and live off its aesthetic provisions '
With the Envisioning of pureness acquainting with the aesthetics grounds in H.D surround sounds systems intriguing harmoniously from average
A phenomenal destiny
The envision to never jeopardize my liberty never to owe it to nobody
To go behind bars
I love going into to the market to purchase ground provisions
My Irish potatoes soft yams 'vegetables and things
A poetic’ and not a sex figure
The Envisioning of some1 fabulous as her to engage intimate to the heart 'too.