Poem 9

I used to admire the land of the Alowery Flag as a country of abundance.

I immediately raised money and started my journey.

For over a month, I have experience enough winds and waves.

Now on an extended sojourn in jail, I am subject to the ordeals of prison life.

I look up and see Oakland so close by.

I wish to go back to my motherland to carry the farmer's hoe.

Discontent fills my belly and it is difficult for me to sleep.

I just write these few lines to express what is on my mind.


Introduction | Voyage | Family and Dreams | Outpour | Poetry | Conclusion