Desiree Pope-White

I’m a blank page. No, I’m an incomplete book. Waiting for the ending. Passing the pen around, so those can add their part. It takes a village they say. Escaped the womb in ’85. The first time I cried about being alive. New York City is my home, but other States have my heart. My son is just like me. Hate that my son is just like me. Luckily, he doesn’t have parents like I did, so he won’t lose his spark….so he can be better than me. My family is whole another issue. But I won’t go into that. Does it even matter? In the end, they are who they are and not even the God or the Goddess can change that. I’m always asked for a bio. Social Media wants to know about me. So others can decide if they like me. I don’t even like me, so what’s the point. Greetings! I’m Circe