Afrocentric

Africana, Serengeti kaleidoscopes I painted with Zebra isotopes My ethnicity abounds from my afro follicles. Black fruit with pink middle My garden cultivates Nubian yokes forever bound like Sampson tied to temple pillars pulling with all my might there was a time I discredited my blackness Curls, waves, relaxer and activator Wanting my soul to glow Not knowing the image reflected back from Eden's pool was God saying Lou is that you? Confused, thinking my tar tone big nose and lips were haunting but I know now it was only God calling, Blackness awakening Fist held high, my race breathed relief “sigh” long drawn out like an exhale that comes from that tired place that place where all you can say is "oh, well" and the inhale brings peace you don't understand but you feel God placing your clay in order We are what we've been denied We are what we've been holding inside We are the kinky, curly course shaft the vein for all that is possible and grows into a beautiful black afro that thing hands can't get enough of beautiful by default Thoughts of ugliness take a walk. Blackness, as round as Erykah Badu's Afro The circumference of us is this: we are colored with spiritual isotopes and what we need most is the straightest line to love. Put a part in it O' how magnificent!