Some days sink our spirits
Sombreness and gloom dog our heels...

Mama use to chide
Don't punctuate all your stories...

The slaves from Africa
To America did go...

So many people
Do not have a home...

Rich and poor people
Have the same trouble...

When I am sad
And it seems everyone has let me down...

Shadows stalk by our wall
Tracing a frame of me and my brother...

I kept on going
Even though the road was rough...

The market is full today
Traders till dusk will stay...

Masks on the faces I see
which come to dance...

Liquids hot and perturbing
Well up in the heart...

Azure, soothing, cool
So I find this eve...