Jessica Jean

Me. The most beautiful woman to ever live. Having all human features realistically and therefore comprehensively possible in perfect balanced. After going 25 years not knowing what made me so differnt, was that. Go big noses. I'm proudly the blackest and whitest person to ever live. As a demonstration in admitting this, we are all equal parts both. Goo dead monkeys and ligers. I'm also very confused as to why my extraordinary excellence went and continues to be so obscure and go unnoticed. As I say I mean type this, I feel like I'm saying something argumentitive. Something that everyone doent know or feel, and actually think this of themselves. I feel the stero typical definition of Noticed is not fulfilled on my life. Instead I'm a yale born panhandler, who just wants her own her owm home and garden, to be able to afford to fight the effects of aging with good medicine. To have enough money one day to go to Jordens. Have a sky light. However, I know all these undeniable, never to accure again contexts about myself and I'm forced to beg for small change praying for more humanity for myself and other panhandlers to people as my heart bleeds hott out my pours