Dear God
It's not that I have upset mood
But nobody gives me more chocolate
Is this what you have written in my fate?
Just because I am a kid
Won't anyone allow my life on my terms to lead?
Why am I always asked to study?
May it be my mom or that schools old lady.
Fast food I am not allowed to have
Even for ice cream I only crave
In park for long I am not allowed to play
And I am never allowed to eat clay
I see in park all brothers playing
I see with sisters their doing
They are so happy to be together
But to me they do not even give freedoms single feather
I am writing this letter
Because you are angels caretaker
Please bring me lots of puffs and chocolate,
And teddy and Barbie and ball and bat.
I know you listen to good kid
So this year life in good way I would lead
Yours good boy,
I am Joy.
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