She walked down the street, adventure in her eyes.
She said she was at a friend's but she lied.
Ink was written onto her body that day,
And there was no way
Her parents could catch her when she would disobey.
She kept running, destined for the streets
Of Brooklyn, NYC.
She never returned to that dead beat town,
Instead she opted to leave her head in the clouds.
New York was her fresh start
And her and her past were miles apart.
She became art.
- (m.m)
Idk.