The Candy Man

by Johnson

Sometimes when we go to the

Five and dime, mama gives me

A nickel so I can buy one of the

Colorful candies from the counter.

The nice man behind the counter

With the kind eyes and friendly face

Smiles at me while he puts the

Licorice stick that I chose into a

Brown paper bag.

The man doesn't look like mama

And daddy and me. His skin is

Darker and his eyes remind me of

Mama's chocolate cake. When

He gives me the candy he calls me

"Little lady" and I see mama frown.

I don't think mama likes the candy

Man.

When we get home I hear mama

Talking to daddy.

Daddy starts talking about

A doctor; and he sounds angry. Maybe

Someone is sick. The candy man is

Nice. And doctors make people better.

I don't know why mama and daddy

Are upset.