Line upon line

Sometimes I get bored and I feel like writing something. I don't mean on the computer, I mean actually putting a pen to paper and forming the words with my own hand. When I get into one of these moods, I grab the closest piece of paper and start writing. I write one line, and then another and another until I've filled a page.

I recently found one at the back of my binder that I wrote who knows when. It made me laugh, so I thought I'd share...

Testing, testing. One, two three. 

My name is Leinani & I eat meat. 

Animals are yummy & most of them make good food. 

I don't like liver though. Animals can keep their livers. 

I am a brown individual. 

My hair is brown, my skin is brown & my eyes are brown. 

When I was a baby my eyes were blue & my daddy hoped they'd stay that way. 

I'd like to have blue-eyed babies too, but with Joe, I don't think that'll happen. 

I wonder what it's like to be an albino. 

You'd think that if you couldn't produce pigment, you'd be invisible. 

Can an albino get a sunburn? I mean, if their skin can't produce pigment, wouldn't they be unable to turn red when they burned?