Mommy, my feet are cute.
Sometimes, my baby one gets hurt,
all the other ones come all together to make it feel better.
Mommy, my feet are cute.
I have never seen them be apart. They must love each other.
Mommy, my feet are cute.
They all wiggle when water touches them.
Mommy, feet are sad.
I can't move them. They aren't moving.
Mommy, my feet are sad.
They aren't wiggling when water touches them.
Mommy, my feet are sad.
My toes are not a family anymore. Mommy, they are sticks.
Mommy, my feet are sad.
They don't all come together and make my baby toe get better.
Mommy?
Will I ever move my family again?
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I am here tryna control my tears lol.
Oh lord that was depressing.
I got the inspiration from something i heard on the news about Gaza.
Basically, a 8 or something little boy was playing football with his friends in a refugee camp.
He was so happy playing football he didn't realise he is about to get blasted by a bomb.
He was sent to hospital as fast as he could.
He ended up being parayalised *excuse my spelling i will edit this later*
from the waist down.
If they had better healthcare he would.be able to walk another day but the healthcare was so bad he is pretty much stuck like that.
He thought he was going to go back to the refugee camp and finsh his game with his friends.
:-(:-(:-(:-(:-(
I made this poem for him.
I don't even know his name but this poem is for him.
Goodbye see ya when I see ya.
