Blessings
I grew up in Africa,
Mozambique,
I’m very unique,
By 2 I lost my Pa,
By 3 also my Ma.
I lived in an orphanage,
Till I don’t know what age,
Rice and beans was all we ate.
Everyday.
But to this day,
I look at life as it were May,
Bright and beautiful,
I try to be careful,
To not take it for granted.
I was integrated
Into an American family,
My wish for a family had been granted,
Finally.
Why are these blessings?
Because now I can help other families,
With my stories,
I can help change nations.
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