Maria Rocio

My socks never match, clever with the facts that fly from between my lips, love to shake my hips. When I was young I thought the stars fell on the ground in the mornings and that is why the ground was wet, swinging through troubles like a monkey on a swing set. Thanks but no thanks I am set with your judgments, nothing you say I haven't already thought- one day my words on paper will be store bought, take that core thought and breathe it in, half smile and grin. Spoken word is in, and that is all I have to say- life is in the play.