A representation of the fire bender, Even as a vagabond, am fit to be remembered in places I play on my babies (sticks). I have fewer options to wonder about because of societal perspectives. When some say it's all my looks others call it diabolic.
Admiration and a mix of fear on the faces of watchers and a few times a disgusted look from some eyes.
What more can I say? My gift turned cause is all they see but it's what makes me… *Me”.
My sticks are all I got along with the fire, till death would it be.