African

My chocolate brown skin

Is tastier than any chocolate on these lands

It shimmers with life 

It fills the air with natural sweet flavors not even the ground manufacturers

It drips under the sun

Sweet and delectable. 

My African curves

lead way to my African roots

Both directions lead to a destination worth travelling

But if you want to enjoy even more

Following my African bosoms

Their stories lead way back

Back to the days of Sarah bartmaan

I'm not ashamed of my F inure 

My big assets

My dark skin 

My natural hair that keeps feeding the nation with courage

Courage to accept our ancestors ways

To speak in tongues 

And shan't and jump and dance

To speak head on with the dead

Originality is from my African people

Carved on our faces 

Stripped from our flesh

And grilled as sacrifice

And peace offering to tell gods.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Poet. You are a amazing writer.
"My African curves
lead way to my African roots
Both directions lead to a destination worth travelling
But if you want to enjoy even more
Following my African bosoms
Their stories lead way back
Back to the days of Sarah bartmaan"
The above lines stood out for me. You made your point with directness and honest thoughts. You left me the want to read more and understand more. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote