Kingdom of Beauty
Girls. Women.
I am
surrounded by them.
My family is
XX-loaded.
Grandma,
momma, aunties, sistas.
We lack of
masculine feature in our life.
Minority.
The house is
beautiful.
And the hosts
are mostly beautiful as well.
Every time I
step my feet in to the house, I feel thrilled.
My pride is
gone.
My charm just
disappears.
I am here,
with nothing to compare.
They are my
sistas.
Quite girly,
fashionably up to date.
Good looking
is not a proper term to describe their look.
İ qué bonito !
Let’s say hot
chicks, then I’d definitely agree.
Me?
Let’s not
talkin about me.
There I’m
invisible.
I wonder if I
deserve to be da part of this clan.
I dunno. You
tell me.
Dun get it?
Dun worry you
dun have to.
I’m juz
babbling. =]
