This poem is about changes we go through from a girl child to a woman or a .mother
I could never come to you
and tell what you feel
so I'll ask the wind instead...
The effects of dashing peoples hopes, the effect of trusting people when you have a God that is your source
I wrote this poem at my desk in the classroom . I was comparing man to some other living things
2 COMMENTS
chizoba
August 17, 2015 - 23:27 nice one kelly.but you should know that it is against the publishing rules of typotic for you to write out your poems in capital letters.I was quite scard for you when I saw you do that.pls do replykelly
August 21, 2015 - 15:14 thank you it was a mistake to write