How I See You
Life could be perfect if we all tried harder.
Prologue:With permission, my response to a poem written by a friend to all here on Stories Space. This Is Me: by wildrose_girl.My hairs too long, my body too short. You have what was given you, by the genetics' court. When I laugh really hard, sometime I snort. I hope one day, to hear you laugh and snort. My belly too round, my backside too wide. What should it matter? Stand fast with pride. No matter what I do I can neve...