August Mawnin Callaloo
By Andrene Bonner
Sunrise blaze the eastern sky
And liberty don’t smell like ripe mango.
Rain a fall and breeze a blow
And poor people life sour like green lime.
Moon a shine when nighttime come
And young kisses are not sweet like cane juice.
Thunder roll and lightning flash
And happiness migrate south like red breast.
Award Winning Author, educator, and artivist.