Chewing My Bubble Gum, Heres My Story
Chewing my bubble gum, here’s my story. When I was two I learned to chew. Nearly choked because I was woked. When I saw clay it reminded me of watching my first horse eating hay. When I was five I seen a beehive. I was in first grade and haven’t grown any hair yet for me to shave. I did like going inside caves. When I was twelve I had plenty of book shelves. I loved to read and picked off pumpkin seeds. I reached puberty and took a school test weekly. When I was eighteen I loved the attention to be seen. I loved to write before I flew my kite. Momma always told me to strive for my dreams so that’s what I did it seems. When I was twenty I wrote my first poem, didn’t have any experience but loved the deliverance. When I asked God what was my calling; he answered and said it was poetry and finding my darling.
Copyright © Daniel Sweatt | Year Posted 2020
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