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...I am an African woman
You see my hair,
The colours that dance around me,
wrapped by the beauty of my home,
I stand proud.

I know you watch my hips,
Your eyes dance to the rhythm of the sway of my curves,
You imagine the ways that I can serve
your thirst,
your hunger

Our land was raped of its precious jewels,
You sold us the goods that we gifted to you
My home is bludgeoned by the images of flies on the lips of dirty little children
with moistened eyes an a hunger that scratches the insides of their bellies...

1 comment:

Carole Meyer said...

Wow that has moved me. If you would not mind may I share this in my book that I am writing