I am called an angel
I am called a ninja
I wear silver bangles
My color is of ginger
I have doll like eyes
My figure is of a small coke bottle
I hate tales of flying lies
I live in the pacific portal
I smile when I am sad
Tears are always in abundance in me
I have a temper and I do get mad
I am only a human, you see
I love reading and adore writing
But my mouth ain't a word diarrhea
I love silence and scenery sitings
I've been writing for over an year
I am in love with my adorable dogs
Who make my lone day bright
Cloudy yet windy, misty or fogs
I love this weather, as a cold night
My inner me is a mischief child
I am in my early working thirties
My imaginative writing gets wild
I am quite authoritative
I teach info tech, I love my students
Knowledge sharing is my best part
I am intolerable to fake mutants
But, I hate to see them depart
My name is Seema and I am a free writer
With the challenges I face
Each day makes my life brighter
With the blink of time in trace...
©sim
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC
I am called an angel
I am called a ninja
I wear silver bangles
My color is of ginger
I have doll like eyes
My figure is of a small coke bottle
I hate tales of flying lies
I live in the pacific portal
I smile when I am sad
Tears are always in abundance in me
I have a temper and I do get mad
I am only a human, you see
I love reading and adore writing
But my mouth ain't a word diarrhea
I love silence and scenery sitings
I've been writing for over an year
I am in love with my adorable dogs
Who make my lone day bright
Cloudy yet windy, misty or fogs
I love this weather, as a cold night
My inner me is a mischief child
I am in my early working thirties
My imaginative writing gets wild
I am quite authoritative
I teach info tech, I love my students
Knowledge sharing is my best part
I am intolerable to fake mutants
But, I hate to see them depart
My name is Seema and I am a free writer
With the challenges I face
Each day makes my life brighter
With the blink of time in trace...
©sim
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