Rap, Life

• Hajar Chamra, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2016

Once upon a time,
I made up a rhyme,
When everybody stops,
I make up the time,
To do what's right,
Make a poetry,
And make is right.
Ever poem I make,
Is about what's around me,
Nature, the thing,
The thing that created me,
But then people say,
God created me,
Yes God made me,
He made me out of clay.
And everyday,
I find what's wrong,
Make it right,
And carry on.