donna baldonado

im a 28 year old girl who grew up in a farm. As a papas' girl,i was left feeling alone when he died when i was 12. As a kid we were thought and raised to go through life the hard way.
Without someone to voice out frustrations,i came to learn to write them down on a piece of paper and there i found the passion of writing.
There are people who believes in my ability and there are people who dont,but life goes that way and i know it.
I could be as carefree and buzzling like a bee...
I could be tough and strong and i could be wrong...
I can sing and shout out all day long
i can dance here and there like a ping pong...

Im not perfect....who is?
But that imperfection makes us imperfectly perfect....