happyness is the sun on your face or a love ones embrass it's sweet and kind and always has others in mind happyness is finding the oyster with the pearl happyness is finding that right boy or girl happiness is the corner stone witch life is built it gives no pain it gives no guilt so try to find it when ever you can and make it your friend till the end

Buzz of electricity.
Snow refrozen in the night air.
Laundry veins cooing.
Trees standing without wind.
Clear sky calling to other life.
A chair of safety and the silver spoon.
What would life be like as a Native or a Black, an Hispanic or Asian?
How much more alone would I feel?
How much more understanding would I need to be?
How much would history paint me?
Would prisons call out for me?
Would ghettos know my name?
Would people condescend?