Answering the Black Boomerang
Victoria Kwansa
Let me tell you, chile,
Last November
The thing ricochet
From the quiet Nile
And back
The boomerang
In the White house
Is black.
Dead grass grows
When spring is come
The root goes
Where water flows
Deep down
Beyond the historic eye
If you can believe
You can fly.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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