Leam

by Omeka Williams   Oct 21, 2011


Just hanging from this tree being me.
People tend to pick on me!
They try their best to wear me out and tear me down!
So far on this tree I've tend to pull my weight.
I'm on this tree being me!
Some seem to think I change.
But I say it's only the seasons.
I tend to get old.
But me being me I don't complain!
Because I'm happy being me!

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  • 13 years ago

    by Tashakay

    Wow, I love this and I can somewhat relate to it
    Great job