In the morning, I open my eyes

Sit up and stretch, and let out small cries.

I wiggle my toes, and crinkle my nose,

And get out of bed to the sound of rooster crows.

I slip on my jeans, and my long furry coat,

I creep downstairs and out to feed the goat.

I live on a farm, with my uncle and aunt,

I want to go to school but I can’t.

I am very smart, not many shady kids are,

12 years old but I can still be a star.

One day I’d like a school named after me,

Nobody listens, “I’m just a small pea.”

As I walk out of our house, I stop and think,

“Is this who I am?” And just let that thought sink.

In my head, it seems to grow inside,

“Is this who I am?” It echoes in my mind.

I’m only 12, but I can see,

A successful future ahead of me.

As I walk to the field, I thought and thought,

Because that one thought had me thinking a lot

One day I will have a school named after me, one day,

But since I am only 12, I should just go out and play.

Not only play but to work around the farm too,

As I think about my future, I head off to feed the chickens in the chicken coop.

My name is Lois Smith,

And in the morning,

I like to think about,

My future,

But then again,

My future,

Is just a myth