Mustang1 Intro because me is bored XD

Hey!!! My name is Mustang1, call me Mustard, Musty, IDC XD anyway, I'm doing an intro in case anyone wonders who and what kind of user I am

Name: Mustang1
Description: Average girl with an average height and brown eyes. Black hair and tan skin also gives a slight description of me. (Is Vietnamese so deal with an ASIAN RPing with ya >) I have a pony tail, revealing my gender already XD I'm 5, so a little short >_< then again I'm a little young but who cares XD
Age: NEVER
Gender: female bro, I wouldn't feel offended when say I'm a guy though, my attitude is similar to a guys .3.
Personality: I have multiple personalities, many of which can be like a guy. I love to make stories and secretly make poems so that I can drain the misery out of me I also like to play games involving romping around and killing bubbles :3 I can be somewhat quiet as much as loud. I can be super hyper with some people and with others very gloomy or solemn. I alike to play on the computer and RP with many people, most of which who are amazing, for example u guys :3 what is strange about me though is that I enjoy drawing and making other people happy. Many people say that I'm too selfless but idk XP
Contacts on other websites: I am found of chicken smoothie, the old RP site, and animal jam with Mustang1 so it won't be too hard to find me (might give a depiction of a guy though XD)

5 feet not five of age btw XD

OMG, ASIAN HUG *hugs very lightly*

Just wrote a poem .3.

A man of black in the past has marked his destiny

From Chicago to Mississippi, 'twas a day for him to visit family

Along the way, he glues his pupils to a girl of white

Pursing his lips into an O, he let's out a shrill cry known as a coyote's whistle

With that, three men came to do their job, eyes ablaze of the same lust, to kill one man of black

Grabbing him by the arms, the African American was then dragged into a barn of red

As red as his blood which will paint its walls a crimson color

There, in that shed, blood was flying, cries for mercy pierce the air along with frantic struggles in hopes of escaping his cruel death

'Twas a shame he did not succeed, only winning in ding even slower

The barn was a crimson red, now painted with a fresher coat of blood, one of which belonged to a young boy by the name Emmett Till

Learned about Emmett till today...

Hey there Mustang!

Mustang1 wrote:Just wrote a poem .3.

A man of black in the past has marked his destiny

From Chicago to Mississippi, 'twas a day for him to visit family

Along the way, he glues his pupils to a girl of white

Pursing his lips into an O, he let's out a shrill cry known as a coyote's whistle

With that, three men came to do their job, eyes ablaze of the same lust, to kill one man of black

Grabbing him by the arms, the African American was then dragged into a barn of red

As red as his blood which will paint its walls a crimson color

There, in that shed, blood was flying, cries for mercy pierce the air along with frantic struggles in hopes of escaping his cruel death

'Twas a shame he did not succeed, only winning in ding even slower

The barn was a crimson red, now painted with a fresher coat of blood, one of which belonged to a young boy by the name Emmett Till

Learned about Emmett till today...

Yikes... this is one if the darkest parts of US history. The documentary I watched in school showed pictures of his body after what happened. *shudders*