Africa is...
Africa is
My dream and nightmare
A boogieman the most beautiful
My fate and fear
Its rhythm as my heartbeat
Very scent on my nose
I suppose in dismay
The red clay in the roots of my hair,
Ovaries and between my toes
It is a pearl underneath my mattress,
A grain in my shoe, its you
Your laughter and accent
My goodness, that skin contrasting mine
Its your explaining and lying,
Harms, your charms
The justifications of thousand
Transformations
Yet I feel you even more, you
Africa rapping me slow
Youre a storm upsetting me to tears
Whilst screaming no
As strong as my pride added to yours
Is my devotion
As thick as the sweat dribbling through
Your pores
Just like it is different names, a possibility
To decide
Which I dont have
Since my name is solid,
absolute solitude and fixed
notions of different kind exists
In you,
The cultural joy and celebration,
An umbrella of discrimination,
a cruel exhilaration, non-existent affirmation,
and see-through peace of mankind,
My personal fixation, dizzy
devastation in my mind.
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