I Am From
I am from late nights, becoming a spoiled princess without a fight.
I am from music, sick beats and cool jazz; you know the kind that makes you feel like a cool ass.
I am from pancakes in the morning with please and thank you after every request.
I am from Detroit, a place that has a classical mixture of hood and beauty with a sprinkle of magic.
I am from the depths and the hidden back ways of music.
I am from love...
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