My Africa, My Africa
Like the warmth of a mother's skin
Catasis- uncovered
Flowing from the depth of a heart full of
Pounding love and emotion;
A holding for a child.
Like the warmth of a mother's skin
Catasis- uncovered
Flowing from the depth of a heart full of
Pounding love and emotion;
A holding for a child.
Like a tree to its root,
I glue to you, I behold you
Your pointed dark nipples
Like a child, stuck unto one of the robust
Black succulent breasts of his mother,
Refusing to detach itself from the
Sweet mammalian tissues and glands,
Like that, like that
I hold unto you.
I suck from you,
I live by you.
My Africa, I behold you.
Though sometimes, your sweet milk is bitter.
Like a child, stuck unto one of the robust
Black succulent breasts of his mother,
Refusing to detach itself from the
Sweet mammalian tissues and glands,
Like that, like that
I hold unto you.
I suck from you,
I live by you.
My Africa, I behold you.
Though sometimes, your sweet milk is bitter.
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