TOYS
Three toys to play with
Oh so much to do
Yo-yo, a doll and a toy cat
So happy to play
I am free
I can breathe
No tears, no pain
Responsibility is absent
I play so hard my heart starts to pound
I feel so dizzy
I fall to the ground
Thoughts of feebleness feel my mind
The anxiety of being older
The boredom of being grown
The weight of the world
My eyes close
I am so tired
My cry fills my ear
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Bre'Achsa Brunson
My name, Bre'Achsa, means "I want all that God has for me" and one of the many things that God has for me is writing poetry. I come from a family of ten people. I am majoring in Business Management at the Unoversity of Central Arkansas. I desire to open my own multiple daycares because I adore children and want to contribute to their futures.
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