Ethiopia At age 6, I was born without a face. Thanks to my adoption family, who were deformed from birth at age 9, I came into a loving family. They hooked me up a PC and that is how I have started poetry, my favourite hobby. 6 followers / 192 words
I am typing on a keyboard I dream about fords But unfortunately I can't afford them To me they are a gem A gem that stems From my brain One day I'll have to use a cane
I eat pie when is the sun high, I like to buy pie, If I don't eat pie I cry, When I can't get pie I sigh, Without pie I would die, Actually I would survive, I would just eat Thai.
The ocean breeze Goes through my hair I get a call from my family Its a scare I head to the hospital My father is dead He says his last words On his death bed