Your Homecoming Will Be My Homecoming

The Sweet Small Clumsy Feet Of April Came Into The Ragged Meadow Of My Soul.

A World Of Made Is Not A World Of Born

Women And Men(both Little And Small) Cared For Anyone Not At All They Sowed Their Isn’t They Reaped Their Same Sun Moon Stars Rain

Tumbling-hair Picker Of Buttercups Violets Dandelions And The Big Bullying Daisies Through The Field Wonderful With Eyes A Little Sorry Another Comes Also Picking Flowers

To Like An Individual Because He's Black Is Just As Insulting As To Dislike Him Because He Isn't White.