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.