Emily C.

I Am a Keyboard

I wonder why I am always getting hit.

I hear click, click all day. ‘’Oww!’’ I say.

I see that I am made of metal.

I am going to stop them from pulling the plug.

I pretend I am a cat because they are cute.

I feel happy that I have a screen as a friend.

I touch barely nothing, only kid’s fingers.

I understand that there is a big world out there.

I dream that I can walk and talk.