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...

Silver halides are used
To make films...

The music is in me,
draws me into myself...

Voice boom over mike
A hateful quip...

I will tell a story
About today...

Again
We meet...

Our frienship is forgotten
Stashed away like rear boxes...

Profuse strength
Agile walk...

She is an African goddess
Ho ha...

Only love counts
Honesty may prove valuable...