Her long light brown braids, bouncing on her back as she ran to her new bicycle. 6-years-old she had just learned to ride with the two wheels. Her Daddy was there, to set his little girl free. He sent her only down the block. The innocence of…

I’m on my way out the door Sailing on a paper cloud Of Greek mythology sprinkled With the fighters of Jim Crow laws I keep trying to hold on to the desk But Dixie Peach,Rome and Italy keep giving me a secret glimpse Of all…