Wednesday 8 March 2017

i am poem

I am  help  fll   and    stop   barking   a
Tweeting   bird  
I hear  my  little   brother     Harlem  crying     in  the
moning
I see  I   see   bird   fly  by
I want     a   motorbike

I am    cool
I pretend    I    had
I feel
I touch
I worry

I am
I understand
I say
I try

I hope