I stand firm in my beliefs.
Having a luxurious hair court salon doesn't determine how good my skills are. My customers know my worth just as I know them too.
Using my front yard as a petty place has been so for years. Only age seems to be the difference. There is a need for a touch light seated on my forehead along with my glasses for a clearer view.
I moved my simple life and have succeeded in adverting trouble over the years. Having a strange man walk up to my petty salon with those unsatisfied eyes… I know that look when I see one.
Many others have tried talking me out of my simple life, some even offered to help sponsor but I declined them all.
I didn't appreciate the looks he gave so I paid less attention to his presence, irrespective of who he was and focused on my customer on sight. He's now presently in my world and that says it all.
My true customers know my worth and stick with me.
I pride in my work, just as my simplicity is my principle and so wouldn't let anyone pass me judgment while in my world.
