I can't remember how old I am 

Or even when I was born. 

I don't remember birthdays 

but I remember ever thread that's torn. 

If you ask me to say my ABC's 

I'll tell you "I don't know". 

If you ask me to read a book 

I'll just hang my head real low. 

But if you ask me to work a machine 

I will know it inside out. 

I'll know all the tricks and cables 

It"s somethingi can tell you all about. 

Sometimes I see the other kids 

All dressed up, holding nice books 

sometimes I wish I could be there 

I'd like to have those looks.

My books are made from yarn

and spin so fast I lose my place.

My school house is big and loud

It's dirty just like my face.

When I get hometo live in a tiny room

to share with two families or more

Icry at night and hope they cannot hear

And I can hear them all snore.

So I'd like to say I don't want to work anymore

and I don't want to see people get hurt or die

I'd like to play with kids my own age

I want people to hear this child's cry.