A form of living

• Nerissa Wallace, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2003

I live in form one, the kind that throws t.v.s' across the room over a divorce or September 11th. All my friends live in form two where everything is perfect nothing could ever go wrong. They live in huge homes and have nice little mini-vans and shop all the time they think I have that to, but I don't. I live in a small house but I love it, it is cozy and warm. The third form is all of us the rich the medium and the poor. All my friends are on different levels and I am on the lowest, but we all have something in common and thats our friendship.