My home is sweet like a strawberry pie.
My pool blue just like our minds.
My heart is red just like apples.
So I said I like my home it’s sweet and salty.
People who come love this place.
But when I walk in, I think of the people who can’t afford ……
For their children, for their wife, not even for themselves.
For people who die poor, and were born poor; they will be sick.
When you get home you should not be sad if your house is small, because some don’t have a home.
Because you should know that a lot of people don’t even have a paper and pen to write.
Be grateful for what you have. You have a home. Some don’t.
But my home is great.I have a room I like it. I sleep I peek into the room in my bed and I
Relax knowing that one day I will help all those who need help.