GRAFFITI QUEEN

Spray can at the ready. Desperate to make her mark, the back streets were always her studio. Painted face, painted soul. Ripped up billposters are her ticket out of here, make no mistake. She only lives for the rip and tear. The texture of her life pasted across some crumbling walls. Spraying her tag, in the hope that the "Graffiti Queen" would someday be noticed.