i am who i am
I am who I am
I am delicious, but not so nutritious. Nutritionists hate me. I will make you chubby. You can choose to fill me or decorate me with goodies. I am very large, but can be as small as a quarter. I am as old as time itself and developed a love for all. I have plenty of sugar and love to be passed around.
I have plenty of purposes; some very sentimental. I am there for break-ups and when you need a sweet tooth fix. I am your best friend. I am a worldwide love. I can be shaped into anything you can make me cut out to be. I have many flavors and can ease your hunger pains. I am used for parties and decorations. I can be messy or very proper. I am part of a science experiment. I have been traded among tribes. I have been carefully crafted. There are hundreds of me. People still have “wars” over me. There are songs about me. I build houses and I have fingers. Tea and coffee are my preferred friends, but milk and I get along great. I am made up of basic love and have been made up to be very special. I can be very bland and look terrible. I have classes on how to make me. I can make your day and cure a broken heart. Children love me, but their doctors tell me I’m no good. The queen has me at her table every night. I bring smiles to many faces.
My history has been complex. I started off as a basic accident and evolved over a hundred years. My age shows with the cracks on my skin and the tan I receive in the heat. I am non-discriminatory and a part of widespread races. The Chinese fold me, the elves dip me, the Germans coat me, the Americans have way too many of me, and Paris fills me. Your grandmother knows me by heart. At Halloween I am a pumpkin and when Santa comes I am a Christmas tree. I am made to give your valentine a heart. Without cool air, I am a rotten mess, but leave me in the heat hot enough I become something to test. I believe in a full stomach and I complement a meal. I am typically round, but like the previous globe, I am flat.
I am
I am delicious, but not so nutritious. Nutritionists hate me. I will make you chubby. You can choose to fill me or decorate me with goodies. I am very large, but can be as small as a quarter. I am as old as time itself and developed a love for all. I have plenty of sugar and love to be passed around.
I have plenty of purposes; some very sentimental. I am there for break-ups and when you need a sweet tooth fix. I am your best friend. I am a worldwide love. I can be shaped into anything you can make me cut out to be. I have many flavors and can ease your hunger pains. I am used for parties and decorations. I can be messy or very proper. I am part of a science experiment. I have been traded among tribes. I have been carefully crafted. There are hundreds of me. People still have “wars” over me. There are songs about me. I build houses and I have fingers. Tea and coffee are my preferred friends, but milk and I get along great. I am made up of basic love and have been made up to be very special. I can be very bland and look terrible. I have classes on how to make me. I can make your day and cure a broken heart. Children love me, but their doctors tell me I’m no good. The queen has me at her table every night. I bring smiles to many faces.
My history has been complex. I started off as a basic accident and evolved over a hundred years. My age shows with the cracks on my skin and the tan I receive in the heat. I am non-discriminatory and a part of widespread races. The Chinese fold me, the elves dip me, the Germans coat me, the Americans have way too many of me, and Paris fills me. Your grandmother knows me by heart. At Halloween I am a pumpkin and when Santa comes I am a Christmas tree. I am made to give your valentine a heart. Without cool air, I am a rotten mess, but leave me in the heat hot enough I become something to test. I believe in a full stomach and I complement a meal. I am typically round, but like the previous globe, I am flat.
I am