Lonely in a Storm - by Ani
"I was adopted on July 4, 2016.
I was worried that in America people would be mean.
I was scared to meet people,
Like I was lonely in a storm.
But there were beautiful buildings,
Like flowers flying through the wind.
I couldn't sleep because of the time.
I was bored, like a recorder chord.
I don't like to be the youngest silbing.
They boss me around.
Everything is my trouble.
Everything is my trouble bubble."