You Make Me

When I am sick, you make me feel better.
You make me feel happy. You make me get up and play with you.
You make me want to be life because you need me.
You make me go outside and have fun.
You make me go to work.
You make me like black because you are black.
You make me go to sleep when I see you sleep it make me want sleep too.

poem by Guadalupe Cruz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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