I am fifteen, wondering, born in Riverside, California.
I originally lived all my life in San Bernardino
But I moved back to Riverside a couple of years ago.
I seen so much in life but as you get older you
Understand more. Life is like a prize yet others
Treat it like a punishment
So now I wonder
how I’m going to end my days and
as I’m wondering I manage to slip out this page.
People try so hard to survive, but in the end they end up dieing
They give up so much I wonder why. They leave a regretful story
that these words would cry, give up your dirt I wouldn’t give up mine.
And so life is what you make it---how you take it---is how you take it,
others probably wouldn’t care about dirt, as for me I wouldn’t break it.Well I like to listen to music, sleep, and daydream.
I like to walk, figure out, and experience new things. I like
To think about ---loving lovely life, life is lovely right?
It depends from whose eyes, who see life as a prize. Nobody
Would probably care about a little pile of dirt but then to
Others dirt would be a beautiful waterfall what I wanted it to be
And so I write this story I wish it were true I gave up my
Dirt something I wish I didn’t do.
WRITTEN BY: MAUR33NA YEA THATS (ME) LOL I'M A POET HAHA DON'T HATE HOMIES LOL
