The Drive.

A seven yeae old She began to draw The things that came to mind were very bold She could make a design just from what she saw People started to say she would make it far That was when her drive was born She began to go beyond the bar. She thought that maybe her designs could one day be worn. She stopped just making lines The drive drove her to more Her drawings were now actual designs Then reality began to bore This is what she loves This is who she is She wants to go above The spite and be a wiz Its the drive, the drive of fashion