Hi everyone and welcome to my page
I'm half Liberian, I'm part swiss and swedish.

Modeling is something that I love to do. I speak french and a little bit of german. I am planning on going to school in fall to major in architecture and I also want an associate degree of Interior Decoarting.

I'm an animal activist and working my way up to be a vegetarian ;-) go PETA!
I want to network with people around the world.

I have a lot of goals, my first one is to settle my modeling career, I'm working my way up to New York right now and this summer I'm going to Paris. My second goal is so make my family proud by bringing a college degree, will work on that one slowly but I'll get it ;-)

I love to play tennis, badmington, and soccer. One of my main hobby is to write, I've mainly written poems but my eager to write made start a book.
I've posted two of my poems, I'll change them now and then. So I hope you like them!

My Best Friend

I was walking with my best friend.

He wanted to see the view from the nearest brigde

So we went there, he said that we should sit

So we watched the cars on the highway.

He then started talking about my life

He made me believe crazy things,

Like I had no place in this world

I thought about it for a second, maybe two.

Then I realized that he was right

Who really needs me here? Nobody.

He also told me that if I held him,

He would jump with me

I didn’t believe him, its pretty high.

Then he told me that if I was to go

He wouldn’t have a reason to stay alive.
I was his only family, his only close friend

Maybe he didn’t like his life either

I really I didn’t have anymore excuses

So I just jumped, holding him tight with my hand

I never woke up, I became a statistic

Maybe if I wasn’t so drunk

Or maybe if didn’t listen to him

I would probably still be living

Now it's too late. I can’t warn anybody.

Specially the ones that loved me.

I would tell them to not trust my best friend: Alcohol

Dear Mom

Mom,
I changed my mind, I don't want to be an actor
When I grow up I want to be a doctor
Sometimes people say that I can't make it
But I made my decision and it's my last pick.

Mom,
The next time you're sick you won't have to wait
I kept my promise and I didn't quit
I'm so proud, I finally have my degree
I'll be there for you so you can be happy.

Mom,
I can't believe I failed a test
Now in my head its a big mess
Me, a doctor? I can't be
I can't, why? because I have HIV.

(I was inspired to write Dear Mom after I met a celebrity that has HIV)