Milo James Turney

So! I found a group where the people in understand me! Yay! My genetic mom is dying so that isn't good (I am adopted), but my friends are helping me through it.

One of my poems:
          
          Each time the kids yak, 
          they get in trouble.
          
          Then they'll talk back, 
          And I want to sink into my desk on the double.
          
          Or just go invisible,
          Because I don't speak.
          
          For some it is despisable,
          For others it says I am weak.
          
          But I know otherwise,
          I am stronger than I appear.
          
          I am not one to disguise, 
          I am a pioneer.
          
          I am kind,
          I am fire.
          
          I am refined,
          I am no liar.
          
          I know I am strong,
          I happy being me.
          
          I know I belong,
          I don't wanna change who I am going to be.
          
          I hope you can see,
          How much courage it takes.
          
          To be free,
          To take the stakes.
          
          No matter what people say,
          I know how I am is how I need to be.