Gazing Into Africa
pen to my paper
A slave for a master
The brown in pigmentation
Beautiful dialects
of a Zulu nation
rediscovered
in a queen's eyes.
Her gaze speaks
like a summer sunrise
befalling the Serengeti
pen to my paper.
Word to my flow
A mixture of color
only poets know
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