When I wake up in the morning.
I look to the sky.
I ask myself who am I?
Am I a genius or a whiz kid.
I don't think so or do you think I am.?
I am the smile in my mother's eye
Or the frown that makes her cry.
But do you really want to know who am I?
I am a girl who look to the sky and ask herself
Who am I?
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Written February 7th, 2004
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good write!
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Aw very cute.. great idea.. something everyone can relate to... nice flow to the whole thing.. always wondering why u are hear n wat is the purpose n r u even helping.. wow great job i love it!
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perfection
It's beautifully written. We all ask the question "who am I?" when you say "I am the smile in my mother's eye or the frown that makes her cry" I think about how my mom is always there for me...even when I don't listen to her. She says we always knew who we were since we were little. Maybe knowing who you are isn't so easy. It's a large responsibility. Sorry I'm carrying on you're poem made me think quite a bit. great job.
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