by Becky
(Nigeria )
I sometimes sit outside and think
About my fears and worse things
Will I ever see Jesus
Or will I live till tomorrow
In my head are many silly questions
You couldn't answer if you weren't God
Why don't my parents understand me sometimes
And why doesn't someone play cards with me
My hopes you see
Might be labelled as far fetched
But as I keep moving on
It doesn't bother me at all
I love to write
I love to sing
And I can draw and paint and read
But where I am here on earth
A doctor is what they wish I'd be
Confused is what I am as I write this poem
But I'd rather keep these words inside my head .
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