Friday's child
Some are born with plastic spoons,
Having to fight for life everyday ;
For me everyday felt like June
And I could stay all day in the bay
Some are dressed in threadbare sacks,
With no roof over their heads;
While I sat with 20 different backpacks
And my nice warm bed
Some has no families or names,
Having to live all on their own;
But I sat and played all my games
For I had not known
For I was born on the 13th of Friday
"The one who is loving and caring"
Is what everyone should say
"And you shouldn't be so daring"
Love took me under it wings
And showed me beauty in giving
It showed me how not to fall under sins
Then I would be truly living
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A.N. So this is a poem I had to write for school based off the poem Saturday's child. Since I'm in a poetry unit right now you'll probably get a lot of updates... I hope. So ya, comment, vote, read, tell others, give story ideas. I love hearing from y'all.
-XOXO Lover-of-Food 💋💋💋
