I am Band-Aids and scraped knees,
the smell of ten candles, the noise of sour piano keys.
Witty humor, hot tempers, thumps of engineer boots
Boston accents and wise words are my roots.
"Be respectful to others, most importantly to you,"
"Be nice to the elders and the toddlers too"
I am who I am, and was taught to be
I come from my words, my thoughts, I am me.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
I am Band-Aids and scraped knees,
the smell of ten candles, the noise of sour piano keys.
Witty humor, hot tempers, thumps of engineer boots
Boston accents and wise words are my roots.
"Be respectful to others, most importantly to you,"
"Be nice to the elders and the toddlers too"
I am who I am, and was taught to be
I come from my words, my thoughts, I am me.
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