So this chiq nunah friend of mine, Glory, is a poet and I love her work.. She's only 16 but some of the things she writes are beyond her age.. This is one of her shortest poems yet, as she's modest but I felt the need just to share it with you☺
Who am I?
Who am I? I have something to say but who am I?
If I may; I
look around not only to see a whole world telling me who not to be.
Do I have ability,
or do I not have any personality?
I know
where to go; I know not to have a foe
But still,
who am I?
I say that she's one beautiful French girl, and how I wish she shared a whole lot more of that poem than just an extract...
♥
Yoli_D*`~
