Some may ask me why I’m so short,
But I say I’m not that, I’m fun sized.
May they ask why I am out the door?
And I tell ‘em I’m short don’t ask why.
As they seem to ask why I am who I am,
People don’t really seem to see if I do care.
I’ve got two brothers and I’m really glad,
They’re my brothers, I love them I swear.
All the brothers and sisters you all have,
Aren’t nearly compared to my own family.
I am extremely blessed who I really am,
With them in my life, I swear I’m happy.
All the beggars in this coldhearted world,
Isn’t how I wanna live my own sweet life?
I’ve got my family and they got me I told,
No, it’s not like I’m a person that gets high.
Y’all should be glad for who I really am,
I swear every day for me is all a mystery.
I’m glad I’ve got my bros, Andy and Sam,
Swear I’ll take a bullet if they do for me.
I’m about to be filled with tears writing,
It’s a wonderful story poem I’m telling you.
My word I’ve done many poem’s typing,
It’s not a story about a woman in a shoe.
I am so loved by my family, I love them,
Joking with my Big Homie is all laughs.
I love my ma and she’s so my motivation,
Man, our laughter is never going in past.
My credits go to my so wonderful family,
Am I loved because I have special needs?
I hope to keep writing poems so happily.
So I’ll take a bullet for my fam if I bleed.
I love all my family so much I can’t show,
Hope someday I’ll be famous, giving riches.
Just so what if I tell it to then they know,
I’ve given so much as a child it’s all instinct.
Poetry