Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Tale of Africa

I wear my scars like tattoos
With no shame or regret for my story
 Will be told through tales and taboos
I was born from the strongest of bones
I will not break
Were Africa herself has kissed my skin
 And marked me as her own
 So even if I spread my wings and fly
My roots will keep me grounded
And like an eagle I will always return back to my nest
Where I learn the soft caress of the sun against skin so dark it glows
A place where the moon shines passionately against clear blue skies
And children run around wearing their nudity without a care
This is the home that I long for,
The place I belong to
 Africa, where my roots run deep

 Boineelo J. Legotlwane  (Botswana)

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