There's a little story behind her deep brown eyes.
She is more than you can see. She fights with herself, every morning, for her right to be who she wants.
There's nothing wrong with ripped clothes and skin. It's not classy, it's not what you expect to see when she walks down the streets. She isn't one of your standard female look, anymore. This is who she is.
She has the taste of pure rage on her red lips and the wildness of her soul, flows as her hair in the wind.
.... My pure diamond in the rough.