Black folk sing

[PrinceMyshkin]

Black folk sing
as if grief is just the misfortunate
sister of joy. Grief
is quick-footed and ready to settle in
but joy will come limping after her
and will surely get here
some day,
some day.

[Sweets America]

Cute poem, sweetie. (I know this reply will make you cringe a little).:D
I LOVE the rhythm of the poem, I mean, the consonants in it really stand out somehow. It is obvious when you read it aloud. It sounds like a song.:) I love it, and also the ending. I love your toe, too. :)