It was in Africa
that I learned to sing my love the loudest
and in the dawn of the Chorus,
Black love communicates acoustically.
Even if the day breaks,
it serenades all territories.
Feathered friends in the neighborhood
can only be heard by planting a tree.
He nests on my spots.
Black leaves harvest seeds
and rustling branches
have a deep aesthetic.
with rhythms so pleasant,
living outside a fractured moment.
Copyright © Zoleka Mannie | Year Posted 2020
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