African Swag
My beads tell a story, shedding light on
mother Africa's Herstory.
The
African story told by African inventory.
Without these beads I feel bare like a
breeze leaves the dandelions.
The African story told by African
inventory.
The colorful beads my ancestors wore...
Glistening beads on silky
chocolate skin. These beds we wear,
speak numerous things.
These beads tell a story of pride and self
Glory!
Copyright © Charcoal Nsibande | Year Posted 2015
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