Down by the bay
where the watermelons grow,
back to my home,
I dare not go,
For if I do,
my mother would say,
"Did you ever see

a22yearoldchildlayingonthefloorstaringatthecelingcontemplatingherlifechoices

down by the bay?"


Down by the bay,

where grief and anger grows, instead of watermelons

back to the home, she can't even call her own.

"I dare not go", what choice, what a risk she isn't taking

for if she ever does, she'll find out she won't make it out there.
She's not that pure, but she's gentle.
She isn't practical,...