Who are you?
I was born with a skin created from a mixture of black and white whom equally decided to turn gold I developed silver curls that desperately tried to escape my mind like thoughts or snakes I grew and saw with green eyes the color of poison, the luck from a four-leaf clover perhaps combined I am living with a mind that dreams deeply and writes lightly while the ink of my lefthand feeds the paper spirit I was born sometime and when everything is stuck, the spirit leaves unseen knowledge keeps expanding