I am a child from the busy streets of New York

Energetic like the Bam Festivals in the summer.

I am a child of New York

Loud and aggressive like the people on the bus,

Beautiful like the necklace that lays on my mothers chest

 

I am a child of intelligence

Not the type to lose a spelling bee

But suitable just being me

 

I am a child of music

Every part of it has something to do with me

When I get stressed or tired I jus let the music play

And I just let myself drift away

From the drama, the stress

 Hoping to relax and just be me

When I come back to my senses I realize that this is apart of me