Realism

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Ordinary typical conformed</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> are words never used to describe me. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I've never been one to play by the rules. It's my world my life and I do things my way. I see the way they stare at my body covered in tattoos and my lavender hair I just don't give a damn. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>There is only one thing in this world that can get me fired up that's screwing with my daughter. As a single mom it's my job to protect her fight for her. She is and will always be my top priority.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>So when I get a call that she's in trouble at school with a boy- no less my claws are out and ready to strike. And the boy's father some high society stockbroker isn't about to deter me. I don't care how sexy smart and rugged he is. Opposites may attract and I've been down that road before it's one I never plan to travel again. A man like that would never be interested in a woman like me. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>That I know for certain after all I'm a realist.</span></p>