1989

Dark brown braided down to

there

mini skirt and tank

hot pink converses

and these huge gold hoop earrings

Lived to party, high

never stayed home

always on the roam with her crew

spiked up

no care

Duran Duran and Slick Rick on blast

blowin through her stash

electric, eclectic

gold door knocker

Well, they went out of style and she settled down tired of being a child. Now she sits back and reminisces of days long since past from her mists. Those hoops aren’t retired just yet

She still pulls’em out and takes’em

for a ride

inside

she’ll always be wild