The bedroom, in the slant sun, is left alone, near the Grandmother

The bedroom is left alone to itself

The bedroom could be viewed as a teen or its mother

In this Africa, getting smaller smaller, the vision is not contained

In the sheets and the shops, such soul

The bedroom is left alone to itself

Yet the visions and the generations, 

In this Africa, getting smaller smaller, the vision is not contained

in the greetings from blood

in the streets are the girl's steps of understanding