I was born on a third August bed The second was the great If I was born on THAT GREAT second My mother to change my name would have reckoned Instead of Aleksandra to be called I wouldíve had a name I never particularly adored.
The scary thing passed I was borne at last But not before I got mum out of lunch On the way to the hospital she hallucinated the plums Left in a yellow plate as a dessert in a bunch.
At first sight she fell in love with me But I a difficult task would turn out to be Mum didnít know how to change my diaper Luckily it was summer so it wasnít urgent to decipher.
Kindergarten: from it I missed none It was a kinda-garden, not a very pleasant one.
I went to school, I was timid Still everything has its limit Itís not that I started World War III (I never liked dictatorship) But if a kid to me was mean I was not at all lean, I did always play clean.
Secondary came It was more lame Than I expected I never got respected. I donít care Even these days We donít cross ways.
A month before the prom I was hit by a bomb I got A hepatitis Never knew Iíd actually like this. My mum went crazy Was it that we were to lazy with the hygiene? No, said the doctor, It turned out we were to clean. I never thought this could happen to me Fate has a lot of tricks up her sleeve.
In hospital I never felt lost at all We watched films, were on a strict diet Anyone says company was bad you should know Anyoneís lying.
I went to faculty Had I known men were a minority Or that professors love to torture me I would have my offer voluntarily rejected Please, donít ask the reason further to be detected.
All was not bad Hope on the road before me laid I met friends I never met before Didnít know that after so many failures there was a gift-off.
That was my life in short of 20-years old I never was so bold To write an autobiography Hopefully youíll be hearing more from me.
P.S. Itís not a habit I lied a little bit A high-school friend I do have Whom I dearly love Please visit What Maria Makeski for you has writ.