I am a writer, a poet, a soul longing for words and appreciation. I am a leader, a servant of other people, a ghost making a plan work. I am a daughter, a sister and a friend. Yet those are not the reasons why I believe I am a not just an ordinary woman you will meet on street, school or anywhere you think great women exist.

I am a fucker and you can think anything you want. I assure you I am the every little detail in your head. I am a bitch with any aspect of my life in any person I know. My high school fair-weathered friends will be a great witness to that statement. I am the rumor you hear on your neighborhood-the desire to make fun of someone. Yet those are not the reasons why I believe I am a not just an ordinary woman you will meet on street, school or anywhere you think great women exist.

I am a two-faced creature: one as a female, second as a male. I drink and smoke at times when I feel like doing it. I spend nights on houses of Punjabi men I meet on the internet. I talk shit as whispers at times and scream mostly. I am a liar you thought I would never be. Yet those are not...