My life began,
on a beach far away.
Desolate,
Barren,
plagued with decay.
I was born.
not out of love,
or affection,
just two teens,
given the wrong direction.
Life was harsh without a dad
but there was my mother,
so it wasn't that bad.
or so I thought,
for days and days,
living on that beach with decay.
Until I woke up
and realized myself
that I needed to be somewhere else
so away I ran to a place far away,
we shall call it America, today
I was picked up by a shelter
that thrived
and they managed to keep me quite alive
then there were people,
most came in twos,
some came in fabulous hats, clothes, and shoes
but only two people
young and in love,
looked at my face
and saw all of
my heart
my soul
everything in between
and away they took me
to places unseen.
For the first time ever,
I was not alone
and forever and ever
I've called them my home.
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