It would begin as a whisper,
softly breathing lonely words in my ear...
Hair down to her back, hand made jewelry and funky...
Big brown eyes, cute hair-do too...
a tsunami of
hope and fear Crush down on the...
The World is
a handful of colors...
Between these lines, we come to write,
we shall not judge, the black and white...
Captive
confined imprisoned...
Sometimes it's just the simple things in life
That will give us the biggest smile...
We are two clocks of different times
One much older and the other prime...
i
never...
My fellow birds
With birds I fly, with birds I sing...
Happiness is a possession
Our joyiful ways...
Is it wrong to say
I can't stay at a place where race matters...