Senegal was just a stopover
all I can remember from sitting on that airplane
(waiting)
was how tall these men were
in their neon vest
waking me up
wake up
wake up
their dark dark skin
rich and beautiful
they smelt of campfire
and spoke in only french
I kept telling myself
10 more hours
8 more hours
move move move your feet
these people they leave for freedom
and we all flee our birthplaces
at some point,we have to come
face to face with our mistakes
these babies their tears are caused by
there parents poor desciens
or perhaps there parents parents
mistakes & blame
and a spoonful of sugar
all the same
Stellenbosch is warm
my heart has three big dot dot dots
and one exclamation point
and the power is shut off at least twice a day
so my curls rejoice!
I am cheerful in my warm little teacup, I am happy here by the sea.
1 comment:
"so my curls rejoice!"
i love this picture. very nice!
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