Charles Hart Middle School
I come from DC
I make my home singing
I see myself playing outside
And I wonder about nothingness.
When I am alone, I sleep
I imagine that I can talk to dogs.
Every day, I see class but if I look closely,
I can see a speck of moonlight.
A voice inside me says I have an angel voice
And I want to tell the world that I like pizza.
Right now I am almost happy
But someday I will find my dog.
I wish this was a better place.