What’s My Image?

Such a description - maybe one I’ve always wanted to speak but could not. Always hiding and protecting. Major excitement, all the different me’s I can now share with you. Wow, I’ve never quite counted the differences.

Me, a smile, a soft word a kind word. Me, mischievous, unaccustomed to obeying a rule, doing exactly the opposite of what I was told to do. Me, disliking a harsh word, a harsh hand, fear and doubt. Me exploding with that harsh word spewing forth, unexplained, never understood. Me, afraid of nothing, excepting a challenge, either that or offering my own. Yes, my favorite, black leather, silver earrings, my headband, black with purple and red roses, the famous words we know so well, Harley Davidson across my forehead. Making a stand, screaming out loud for everything together. My head spins and my heart pounds - day by day by night such a thrill, levies nice and snug, my eagle belt buckle and my leather jacket and boots my clothes fit every movement of my body, every curve and thought. I at that moment could accomplish absolutely anything I had set my eye on. Life was my absolute party, barbeque, the music and the bars and family.