I wake up to the sound of raindrops falling
Drip Drop Drip Drop Drip Drop.
Each drop slides down the windowsill, towards the ground, and splashes.

I look out the window at the gray clouds and just wonder,
What is my legacy?

I head out the door wearing my green polka-dot raincoat.
I rush out to the bus like a race car zooming by
For I fear i'm late for something.

I look out the window at the side of the street,
And freedom candy is SCREAMING my name.

I step off the bus to the quiet world around me.
Can't anyone talk, scream, giggle, cry?
I guess I'm learning silence today.

I walk into this tall, brown, brick building.
Doors after doors after doors.

I can't choose which door to enter
So I walk in one that's labeled Martin Luther King Jr.
I enter in to wonder what i'll see next.

Peter piper picked a peck of pickeled peppers
Betty and Bob brought back blue balloons

This makes no sense.
I leave the room to then enter Alliteration.
"I have a dream that one day"

I HAVE to leave this room right NOW!
I step out into a blank hallway that stretches for miles for what it seems like it's never is going to end.

Right off the bat, a windy day of names smacks me in the face.
Coward, lame, selfish, dirt
Rhonda.

Is my name Rhonda?
Yours or hers or who is Rhonda?

All I want is to go back to the norm
For my name is Maya Angelou
And I am proud.

Somehow I end up back in the room I started in, my bedroom.
I lay my head on the pillow and fall asleep to the sound of raindrops falling down the windowsill, towards the ground, and making a splash