I'm a little person and I'm glad.
Most people treat me good but some treat me bad.
Some people laugh at me but I'm able to rise above it.
It doesn't make me unhappy when I think of it.
I'm a little person and there's noone else I'd rather be.
God has blessed me with wit, charm and a loving family.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem