So I'm scared...like extremely...wtf do I think I'm doing scared. It's Grad School and it's poetry. Who does that? It's like literary suicide to say I want to be a Poet. Poet's don't make money. Poet's are categorized forever as sensitive souls and they are rarely recognized until long after their deaths... and I'm a Woman! WTF!
Okay, now that I've got that out of my system...lol. Really though, what's to come of the young girl with no sure clear path in front of her. It's like every morning I wake up, I go searching for the next clue to life's great mystery puzzle challenge. And sometimes I find it, and sometimes I don't.
Faylita Hicks
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