Sometimes I think that mama Arnold is been too exaggerating on many family she told us at night when the evening breeze descend from above and cold weather seems to keep the sheep's in their and then cuckoo's on their cage, with we all tucked up in coat and overalls and we rounded up around the sparkle of the blue red fire to warm us up, our parents in corner whispering and talking low-key among themselves, we sit around Mama Arnold to gives us her stories. I have always asked her if those stories she told us about were truth or fictional characters but she just looked at me with such innocence and confusion scribbled through her face and says " When you are of age and ripe enough  you will understand that certain things are hidden and untimely" she will reply calmly, Tonight I sat on the wooden bench which has been worn out at one leg in which am using a pile of stones to hold it in shape so I won't, I snuggled up close to my cousin so that I could listen and hear her stories for tonight very well and have some things to think and dream about.. "June can you get me my glasses on my reading table"  mama Arnold called out to me with those voice that has deep meaning to something.. "Yeah,mama Arnold will surely" I told her.

Sometimes I think that mama Arnold is been too exaggerating on many family she told us at night when the evening breeze descend from above and cold weather seems to keep the sheep's in their and then cuckoo's on their cage, with we all tucked up in coat and overalls and we rounded up around the sparkle of the blue red fire to warm us up, our parents in corner whispering and talking low-key among themselves, we sit around Mama Arnold to gives us her stories. I have always asked her if those stories she told us about were truth or fictional characters but she just looked at me with such innocence and confusion scribbled through her face and says " When you are of age and ripe enough  you will understand that certain things are hidden and untimely" she will reply calmly, Tonight I sat on the wooden bench which has been worn out at one leg in which am using a pile of stones to hold it in shape so I won't, I snuggled up close to my cousin so that I could listen and hear her stories for tonight very well and have some things to think and dream about.. "June can you get me my glasses on my reading table"  mama Arnold called out to me with those voice that has deep meaning to something.. "Yeah,mama Arnold will surely" I told her.

They never knew I was watching..where I stand, stand so high above them, they were so indulge in, they never knew I was awoke by the unending pleas, and undried tears that flows like lagoons in front of me everyday... But who am I ? A nobody that can't take action until I was told to do so...then they came my way and took away my sight, the only mirror I could see through, my perfect reflection and you tell me not to LOOK BACK IN ANGER...THIS IS MY RAGE.....