• I wonder why am i the one living.
    Why do i get to breath.
    Why do i live in such a good place, but not like each other.
    Why do i feel different instead of another.
    Why can't i see a snowy white dove.
    Don't i show as much equal love.
    Why am i not erased from this place.
    I am as useful as a broken shoelace.
    Why do i deserve this different type of face.
    I do different things.
    I don't sing but i love to vison it it from my own two eyes.
    The world doesn't show me very much surprise.
    I realize we are one.
    I am my mothers pride and joy son.