scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
You are a man. I am not. You think you can tell me how to behave? How about you try dressing like that instead of telling me what clothes to wear? You want to see my body, fine, look at it all you want. But know this: I will never be yours. Never. I was born in the city, in the heart of the jungle, where the sun shines bright and the nights are long and dark. The sounds of the city streets were always alive with music, laughter and the occasional scream of terror as the night wears on. My family was poor but my father was rich in spirit, he taught me how to survive off the land and gave me the strength to never back down from a fight.
My first memory of being a warrior is when I was just 6 years old. A group of men had taken over our village, they were drunk and started attacking women and children. My father told me that it was time for me to learn how to protect myself. He handed me his machete and said 'now it's your turn little one'. I remember the feeling of power in my hands as I used the machete to cut down 5 men by myself, they were much older than me but I didn't care.
I grew up fast after that, becoming a skilled fighter at an early age. My father was proud of me and taught me how to use all sorts of weapons from guns to swords. I also learned how to use my
