I’m jumping so high but it’s not me
She’s jumping so high her boots can’t touch the ground
No color, no touch, no smell, nothing in such sort
Still, there’s laughter and joy
Black and white all over
Now i can see the picture
1945, the year has come
‘Hooray,’ the lady sings.
Everything is coming to come together
The light is coming
The darkness will fall
I’m coming together
Now I am here
The lady will cheer
As the sun comes up
*Inspired by “Cut” by Kara Walker