richest of riches
poorest of poor
warmest of warmth
cruelest of cold
lurks in the blood of your beating calling again
walk away? forget?
born of this soil
bounded by ties
stronger than old
unquenched spirited look my doleful suffering state
screaming defiant still
treacherous traitor skin
raptured rapist
war of enemy and kin
Africa is not a skin you can shed
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