My Drama Queen Poem by hafswa munir

I'm going back to where i came from
I'm going back home, sweet home;
You can go to million places
Be with different faces, different races;
But not like those you left behind
Not like those of your own knd.

And there's one special person
Whom i left home all alone;
Children play about in her arms
She steals their love with her charms;
They like pulling at her silky hair
Cause she is beautiful and fair.

Have you seen her swing her hips?
Have you looked at her rosy lips?
She has the sweetest name
She looks exactly like a dame;
She's the one i call mama
And she's sp full of drama.