Bianca Edwards - The Picture

Pictures surround me in a room
From all occasions
Even pictures of my mom, when I was in the womb

I love the stories that they portray
Some sad; mostly excitement
Arranged in great array

Pictures of my childhood
Of people I've seen long ago
Pictures of my dad, when he thought he was so hood

Ha, I remember that
Photos of when I was overjoyed
And activities I tried that I had to work at

Then I turn to my right
And see a mirror,
And I smile, because I look alright

I smile, and see that my teeth ain't so straight
I'm happy tho'
Don't need to trip 'cause I feel great.

God made me unique
And special in my own way
In a way He made me chic

God painted a picture
Designed especially for me
In perfect composure

It was as pretty as can be
And I loved it,
Because the picture was of me.

Bianca Edwards

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