As a child I was soft.

And I spent my time aloft

The Michigan snow

Looking down, about it



Swimming in her icy wind

Innocent then, I headed down

The frostiest road, (unknowingly)

Listening to Amira unfold



Her cruel and caustic opinions, bold

Upon my beaten little brain.

What a conniving killer Michigan can be.



Distraught in how she sees me,

Amira knocked me off my feet!

So I fell below, burrowing into the snow.



Who was always more loving, than

My dear aunt, Amira (could know).