Poetry

We are her, we are she, we are they, The dark lustrous brightness of the continents pride, Blossoming in the cold soothing hands of...

I say the things that sometimes Feel like a betrayal to my feelings I say them because they are polite to the ear The sharp blade that of...

If Africa were a person I'd kiss its warm shimmering skin It's ashy resilient feet It's baby faced persona If Africa were a person I'd...