Vita Rose

I have always thought God was the perfect writer….somewhere between a poet and a reporter……fiction, nonfiction….analytical, humorous and studious….
Whether you are a believer or not God has somehow created six billion stories over the course of 2 million and fourteen years over and over again..... I struggle to tell a couple with your help.
And somewhere….somewhere in this big bad planet….third rock from the sun he created me….Vita….a girl with a huge heart….a thirsty brain….and air Nikes to match blowing bubble gum “chilling” on 14th ST in DC with my tight jeans and stereotypical big hip hop go go a*s…but is there more to me that meets your judgmental eye"?

I am abnormally normal….a mutation of my environment….interested in writing and hungry for what I am to learn and love from mother earth and all of her children of lesson before I descend into the pearly gates…..hopefully because hell is hot and I am not willing to go there.

I am a women of strong belief….cursing like a sailor but with the ability to want to express myself in deeper thought.

I am a statistic….with a child born way to close to the border line of appropriate age of being a mother and being a child. I am Vita…a name that you synonymies with life….given to me by the one who wishes to take it away from me…..

I am a fly around the way girl who is able to converse with you about Biology and Benjamin’s….

Struggle and Accomplishments…..

But most importantly….I am Vita…I am the one who you love to hate….the one who struggles to prove you wrong….the one who is in my work….more than a wife…more than a mother….more than a women….more than a statistic…more than a Christian….more than a sexpot and more than a name….
I am story to tell…if only you just listen….