The Pampered Kid
I did not just wake up
the marvelous blended
voices of beautiful birds
woke me
before i attempted
getting off my bed
breakfast in bed
just perfect
from toast to juice
could not wish for
anything more
it was sunny and beautiful
just how i wanted
as usual i felt healthy
and strong for every
activity i had planned
its isnt my fault am a
pampered kid
the day ends
i say a prayer and wish
for a brighter day
tomorrow
i know i will get whatever
i want
am a rich king's kid
and i cant be blamed
am the daughter of the
king of kings
Copyright © Miranda Agnes Quainoo | Year Posted 2009
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