Mr. Libyan man, I do not exist just for you.
Mr. Libyan man, my hair, my make-up, my dresses, aren't for u.
Mr. Libyan man, I do not live in the hope that maybe, Oh God, i can't believe it, but u may choose me too?
Mr. Libyan man, I have feelings and a brain too.
Mr. Libyan man, guess what? I didn't learn to cook just to feed u.
Mr. Libyan man, hear the sound of my voice, whispering slowly in your ear: i do not exist just for u.
How are you ? Welcome back:). Justed wanted to make sure you knew you were posting with your real name ?
ReplyDeletePH
Hello PH! thanks, it's good to be back :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the heads up, but yes, I decided to start posting with my real name :)