I Remember the Days

I remember the days when I couldn’t write, so teacher said I was Bad “your never get 
nuffthing right” but papa said "I Can Fly", "touch the Sky", told me "I’ma Winner and never 
forget that", as he looked in my eye’s as papa had placed me on the kitchen side.

So I can’t write down exactly what I want as am dyslexic but I still write because am a 
Winner and I have the power of overcoming and understanding so I dont let it effect me well 
to a certain degree.

So I don’t really call myself a poet, i'm just someone who like/needs to express themselves, 
test themselves, just happy I can do it for myself

So God bless Mama
God bless Papa 
But
God bless the children that have their own mined.


Tallan J Bent (c) 02/01/09 11:30Hrs
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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