Who am I

I'm from a bright yellow home

where the water is safe and the food is fresh.

I'm from a place where 6, scary beasts roam the halls,

I just can't seem to get hold of them 

I’m from a neighborhood alongside the vast wonders of the world

I’m from a Nearborhood where the kids roam free and do as they please

I’m from a place that is called home, a safe place that has nothing but open land,

enough water to jump in for hours and hours, enough room to perhaps

watch a film on the side of it all looking down on what an amazing place this is.

I’m from a family that cares about me and would never let me get hurt.

I’m from a place that I am proud to call home it may be a beauty to others but to me, it is just a home.  

People call me poor and pick on me, but they don't realize that I'm not

people put me down all the time and I just put myself back up, 

people shove, push, and yell, they call me a “mistake” and say that I’m a stupid, and ugly.

I’m happy with who I am I don't care who I love, because I love them.

I’m just a kid still learning how the world works, I am who I am.