I Am

I am a kid who likes go carts.

I wonder if I will grow up to be a race car driver.

I hear the wind blowing through my hair.

I see the birds in the sky.

I want a skateboard.

I am a kid who likes go carts.

I pretend that I am an airplane.

I feel the fur on my dog.

I touch the bark of a tree.

I worry about my home.

I cry when I am hurt.

I am a kid who likes go carts.

I understand that race-car drivers get hurt.

I say to myself, "I am proud to be who I am."

I dream of a car.

I try to do good things.

I hope for peace.

I am a kid who likes go carts.

Bryce