Do you remember?
I use to follow wherever you went.
You would pull my pigtails.
I would start to cry, so you would relent.
You would push my nose
And tell me I was too short to hang out.
I would stomp both my feet
I did everything I could do, to shout
I am NOT too short!
My nose is just right!
These pigtails are mine!
I don't want to fight.
Holding back giggles,
You pulled on my pigtails, pushed my nose down.
I would become flustered,
Trying everything not to show my frown.
"Why can't I just play?
"Everyone else can!"
"Shorty, you're too small."
So away I ran
She came and got me.
Wiped away my tears, gave my nose a pinch.
And quietly whispered,
"Do what I do and this will be a cinch."
She ran to the right.
She ran to the left.
She kicked the ball hard.
And she scored a goal!
My laughing cousin,
Lives inside each and every one of us.
Its the love that we feel.
Being accepted, even when we're short.
Call me shorty,
I have to look up
because everyone is taller
except for children who are smaller.
Call me shorty,
I might not be a giraffe,
being petite means not bending,
walking straight and not overextending.
My Last Shorty of the Day
Which you should delight in
I hope so here goes:
Now how was I supposed to make my eyes twinkle
Every time I would try to count each and ever wrinkle
Which on her whole body had been solemnly exhibited
And to think I could not touch and was strictly prohibited.
you are beautiful
you, my inspiration
let me care for you
for u G.R
Let me be your shorty, always there for you whenever you need me. Right there by your
side until the day that I die. I want to be your shorty, cater to you, whatever you want I will
give you. I can be the one that takes care of you. Daddy my heart already belongs to you
baby boy. Don't you know............................... You hold the key to my heart and soul. I
want to be your shorty. Baby you are my everything. Hold me oh so closely in your arms
and never let me go baby. Can I be your shorty and treat you right?
Adjustments made to do the best, I cannot do no more,
you don't know what nobody can, when love becomes a war.
Imagine that, just click your heels, I can't keep going on,
the hardest part is waking up, and finding you are gone.
i keep secrets from her
'cuz she cannot understand
what it's like to be me
everything is perfect in her world
so i spare her my crazy world's crap
that includes my gangster poetry
lest i loose her for good
my innocent shorty