Listen To Me Africa
If Africa is a washroom,
of the hungry and adventurous,
and for those with full bellies
then what gold does she mine?
But why offer salads and eggs
for America to be the door
by which everyone goes in and out
with and for opportunities, why?
Why must Europe be the window?
by which sparrows and geese peep
to catch sun’s rays signaling summer
as the sloths mourn the setting sun?
Listen to me Africa;
success is not picked from sleep.
Hard times hold red flowers of love
buy engagement ring and fix it there
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