I am an independent thinker
I wonder how many other children are
I hear the whistle of my brother
I see my hair growing long
I am an independent thinker
I pretend I’m blind
I feel what is going on around me
I touch my brothers’ cheek and feel around his face
I worry that one day I’ll be left without the rest of my family members
I cry when everything is wrong and nothing is right
I am an independent thinker
I understand nothing’s perfect
I say you can do anything if you try at heart
I dream of days when I make, instead of have, time for God
I try to make things right and not hurt anyone, though it seems to happen anyway
I hope that I can make a difference in someone’s life
I am an independent thinker
