Little One
Little one who plays in the field,
Hair long and curled,
Eyes bright as light,
A sparkling ocean blue-green with joy,
As she holds her sisters hand,
And sings her little song,
"You may call me small but no, I'm big,
I am a strong little warrior with a moyo of stone,
Come and you'll hear my soft voice sing,
I am no little one,
Not your pathetic pet,
And when it comes to your taunts I'm done,
For I am a strong one,
The beholder of your mind,
For I am of my genes, and proud too,
We are the thieves of joy"
Little one who cries in the field,
Hair black and dark,
Eyes rimmed with tears,
A seeping grey with grief,
As she weeps with her sister,
And sobs her little song,
"You may call me small, but no, I am big,
I am a strong little one with a moyo of stone,
Come and you'll hear my soft voice sing,
I am no little one,
Not your pathetic pet,
And when it comes to your taunts I'm done,
For I am strong one,
The beholder of your mind,
For I am of my genes, proud too,
We are the thieves of grief,"
Little one who storms in the field,
Hair back an flying,
Eyes bursting, gleaming,
A fiery red with hate,
As she now walks alone,
And shouts her little song,
"You may call me small, but no, I am big,
I am a strong little one with a moyo of stone,
Come and you'll hear my soft voice sing,
I am no little one,
Not your pathetic pet,
And when it comes to your taunts I'm done,
For I am strong one,
The beholder of your mind,
For I am of my genes,
But how can I be proud of something that took me away, locked me in a box, and aliiba the truth?
How can I be proud of a memory thief? "
Little one who plays in the field,
Hair long and curled,
Eyes bright as light,
A sparkling ocean blue-green with joy,
As she holds her sisters hand,
And sings her little song,
"You may call me small but no, I'm big,
I am a strong little warrior with a moyo of stone,
Come and you'll hear my soft voice sing,
I am no little one,
Not your pathetic pet,
And when it comes to your taunts I'm done,
For I am a strong one,
The beholder of your mind,
For I am of my genes, and proud too,
We are the thieves of joy"
Little one who cries in the field,
Hair black and dark,
Eyes rimmed with tears,
A seeping grey with grief,
As she weeps with her sister,
And sobs her little song,
"You may call me small, but no, I am big,
I am a strong little one with a moyo of stone,
Come and you'll hear my soft voice sing,
I am no little one,
Not your pathetic pet,
And when it comes to your taunts I'm done,
For I am strong one,
The beholder of your mind,
For I am of my genes, proud too,
We are the thieves of grief,"
Little one who storms in the field,
Hair back an flying,
Eyes bursting, gleaming,
A fiery red with hate,
As she now walks alone,
And shouts her little song,
"You may call me small, but no, I am big,
I am a strong little one with a moyo of stone,
Come and you'll hear my soft voice sing,
I am no little one,
Not your pathetic pet,
And when it comes to your taunts I'm done,
For I am strong one,
The beholder of your mind,
For I am of my genes,
But how can I be proud of something that took me away, locked me in a box, and aliiba the truth?
How can I be proud of a memory thief? "
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Him my name is Amber Stark, I am 13 years old and I live in New York city my father is Tony Stark au Iron Man. I'm also apart of the team known as the Avengers the first teenager in the team. I like fighting with the Avengers but I can get hurt at tines, like last week where I got shot in the arm it still hurts a bit. I found out I was also a fairy only two days ago. I was walking down the trail in the woods I thought I heard something it was a strange site to see. The voice alisema " Not so sunny now are you?" I went to check it out and I saw a girl no not a normal girl but a fairy! Her hair was in pig tails and she wore machungwa, chungwa shati and pants. This girl was named Stella fairy of the shining sun.....
This my best story I wrote so far,
upendo Horsegirl202
Keep watch for zaidi to Chapter 1
Him my name is Amber Stark, I am 13 years old and I live in New York city my father is Tony Stark au Iron Man. I'm also apart of the team known as the Avengers the first teenager in the team. I like fighting with the Avengers but I can get hurt at tines, like last week where I got shot in the arm it still hurts a bit. I found out I was also a fairy only two days ago. I was walking down the trail in the woods I thought I heard something it was a strange site to see. The voice alisema " Not so sunny now are you?" I went to check it out and I saw a girl no not a normal girl but a fairy! Her hair was in pig tails and she wore machungwa, chungwa shati and pants. This girl was named Stella fairy of the shining sun.....
This my best story I wrote so far,
upendo Horsegirl202
Keep watch for zaidi to Chapter 1