Within my globes flows,
The seven seas of old,
I thank the stars above,
The one I love made it home to Georgia,
I often longed to have someone,
Silly thought my port was her heart,
Tells me allergic to cat,
Fours to many,
Not been a year my family was just one big black cat,
Its hard to say to one whose family not thrown them away,
Those others might view pets are more to me,
They guard me whie I rest,
When alone they mae me smile,
Waking at three is what I do,
Little Sophie touches her nose to mine,
No one hugs like my Sherry,
Thing she hated most about rural Buchanan County all whites,
Not my county,
One day she wanted too eat Cracker Barrel,
I never had so I drove her eighty iess we could,
Sherry’s what is called High Yellow,
Sherry spoke to a black cashier and told her what she missed most were other blacks,
The woan said her grand dad was also a High Yellow,
High Yellow mean passed as white,
The test was compared to a color of the age of a paper back novel.
When we left my love said she doesn’t sound right.
Not one day
Light skinned became house slaves.
We disagreed from time to time,
I had not been happy since December 3rd,2014 when Diana Lee Dudey my half sister ight a fire in our laundry room while mom and I watched TV in the den.
I look forward to seeing her again,
All the Mississippi River is flowing from my eyes,