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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