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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