Yosa

Place south east of Baltimore, what it means to be, outside fire know the score, no windmills on hills nearby, just a dirty little creek, what do you expect to find, measure wine or the law, you can’t wriggle easy, from this institutional core, there's a collective cry, why build places like these, the waste they describe, certainly don't you moan, or try to seem deep, to take life on the jaw, she listens to the roar, her family on the cheap, she is going home, she wishes by the sea.

Yanka

Without a Sou or Dime, i don't like who I've been, darkness fills my crimes, I've chewed on bones, when fighting fills the screen, screamed to bring it on, first she leaves good wine, a rug around my knees, who can mess with her designs, but i won't atone, off my face on crazy C, instead gather up the rope, her spirit makes me cry, she's like someone from the sea, every day I think i'll try, I really mean it this time, can't take the third degree, scowl at this special of mine, who laughs at my unease.

Yasmin

If nothing scares us by day, how can we be happy, when night times rage, we are never alone, but it takes such energy, to witness and not condone, we'll all know someway, what is fate or destiny, stuff we can never ascertain, to live here remembering bones, Americans don't do uncertainty, women and men like scarecrows, I'm singing softly again, leaving that terrible fraternity, my wounds calmed by rain, different my fall from grace, who would want to see, my grappling forays, opening doors,seeking release.

Yola

Nervous at a white man's club, she acts she tells me, dressed like a Cherub, results are always the same, what it means to greet, old men within this game, circumstances of our blood, bring no guarantees, private rooms and alcohol rubs, she sometimes seeks the flame, when she can't sleep, this life's no nosegay, she laughs at sailing Doves, they swoop away carefree, puts away her medical scrubs, how do you measure love, do you look to the sea, wonder if anything's above, always try to be serene ?

Xime

Near a candle at the flame, or on this ship by tide, hope marks all our days, each sea green evening, is a race to wonder why, swear what we want to be, Orphanages can't brush away, as the schooner creaks and sighs, what we feel as stain, try to banish that deceit, don't waste time crying, the soul's not ours to keep, birds sing with yellow names, the landfall looms in sight, we cheer and shout OK, you won't need trains, when love passes by, freight arrives to better places, praise upon our lives.

Xanthia

On trains or planes we know, love remains in your head, don't watch me all alone, i won't dance nor get blue, neither worry about my cred, it is not my purlieu, on the New York Metro, men look at me like dead, then pray as if on dope, i ignore their cool untruths, insults arriving from the Med, what they'd like to do, my time is purely based on hope, not those the colour of lead, who ask me can i cope, then take me by a rope, where i can be bled, punished by their stones, down every path i tread.

Verona

Maybe its not in our gift, even on holidays, to exist without a cliff, rub a stone wonder how, as if we have to hesitate, before any bit of wow, we don't mind being different, say it's not our place, making a life to shift, or our singing in the shower, then step out to gaze, long into the yellow hours, when its time to give, do i need the rain, to always show you love, is this how we live, knowing not what to say, praying it's enough, we can change our ways ?