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I Am


As the month grew colder,

The due date grew closer,

The snow fell,

The phone ranged,

And a beautiful baby girl was born.

I am a winter baby.

As the seasons changed

Every year pecan season came

I grew a little taller.

I am still small but petite,

About the same size as a blueberry tree.

I am four feet.

Kind heatred but coldblooded,

Every time i bite down,

My toungue bleeds,

I am outspoken.

With the twinkle of my eyes,

Sweetness in my grin,

The shape of my smile,

One wink I can brighten your day.

I am a loving person.

Studying and A's and B's

Two jobs,

I've learned that hard works pays off.

And my mama taught me that.

I am motivated.

 

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