My Rock, My Life - A

By Davonna Rodriguez

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I feel I always need to be doing a million things

Or else I'm falling behind

Or not doing enough

My rock, my beach, my bean

Comes and grounds me.

Your curly hair

Dark brown eyes

Rough yet soft hands

Hold me, secure me.

The world can be so cruel

Not understanding of where I belong

But I always know

I belong with you,

You and orange, brown, and blue.