Africa in art
surmises our home
a museum of wonders,
guests unsure if touching
canvases on our walls is okay,
but forreal it’s okay,
unless,
you really don’t have a reason
to touch the pieces anyway.
Still,
the invitation is extended
to few,
but could be enjoyed
by many
given the proper education,
and a youthful dark upbringing.
Turn off the lights
in our illustrious bathroom,
and feast your eyes on
the green glowing jellyfish
in the beautiful darkness
we have come to light
in the DMV
in Chocolate City
with my black hair cut
shedding off the skin of my rebellious
Black Panther days,
some might call a Black Panther phase,
but in reality,
you could never cut my Black Panther
away
away
far far away
in the wilderness,
where we will walk out
the front door of our home
to slave everyday
without fear of what tomorrow brings
because we know our past,
have lived through today,
and I am home right now,
so I will return.
This was such a beautifully written piece!
I simply loved it ❤
Looking forward to reading more from you!
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