Sikizu

Behind me now me mother's crack'n the whip best I get goin otherwise I'll surely slip even if I fall on my face best I gather up me parts and trot away cause I'm not goin her pace cause she'll otherwise just as likely throw me away

In the early morning White reflective g l o w passing the  borders  of your eyes something inside you stirs l o o k   d o w n black  bags  hang  below and blue  breaks  from  its  boundaries and  my  necklace  isn't  so  long  anymore I remember  y  o  u my round  crown  giving  leave  to  heaps  of  brown  hair that fall  around my  shoulders  and  back my  small  round  bony  shoulders with  oversized  luggage  stored  directly  below I  feel  my   round   pumpkin   face  frown My  face  from  birth But something is wrong. shouldn't we stop  judging  on appearances and rather judge one based on their s p i r i t? For my appearance is not wo