America I was born in North Carolina on a rainy morning. My mother and father divorced when I was six, I lived with my father along with my two years older and two years younger brothers. I love to write read and go camping. I have a few close friends and a very 4 followers / 327 words
There is a boy crying in the rain It breaks my heart a million times. Children shouldn't play with broken glass. I see the storm I watch it pass. The sun comes out and he smiles. I want to hold him in my arms forever. I watch the sun begin to rise and then I kissed the boy who cries.
You confuse me, you don't consume me. Why? All my life used and abused. You love me but you are not afraid. Why? All my life on my my own so alone. You make me feel not pretty but good, alive and warm inside. Why? Why were you the one I hate the most?
There is air in my breath, Earth in my bones, Fire in my spirit, Water in my blood. I know I am alive and I am not to be labeled. This would separate me from all that I am.