I come from a place where the earth has seen too much, where the wind carries stories that were never written down or talked about enough.... A place that bruises the heart And when you decide to listen long enough you can hear all the voices that has been through so much. Africa is not just a land It is a memory. with echoed footsteps that walked before yours or mine, some running some chasing survival, some carrying dreams that has cracked under the sun but never fully broken. Africa.... Where shadows lie Some even play Most are old And some are cold with a story longing to be told. Where hope is lost where hope is found generations that whisper hunger, loss, and storms, long night and heavy thoughts Knocking at doors. Africa Standing strong and bold not letting those old stories string them along where the men are tall, dark, and bold where the woman stands strong all year long from the ending to the beginning, singing along Africa Choosing to rise and shine, feeding from nature fighting for what's right, Stay humble through it all where the kids come along saying it all we are'' AFRICA'' My struggle is attached to my soil My laughter is prompted by my ancestors My roots are me. Africa Yes, I am humanly me Thanks for reading Delleesa Harris Balance the creator 5/11/26 AFRICA Poem

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Love is not a hurried thing, not lightning in a sudden sky, it’s more like patient brushstrokes laid while quiet seasons wander by. It learns the shape of another heart, the shadows hiding deep inside, then paints with kindness, soft and slow, where wounded hopes once tried to hide. The art of love is not perfection, no flawless canvas hung above, it’s messy lines and colors blending, that beautiful, unfinished love. It’s learning when to simply listen, when silence says far more than speech, and knowing some of life’s best truths are lessons only hearts can teach. It’s holding on through storms of doubt, when skies grow dark and hope feels thin, and choosing still to stand beside the soul you’ve promised to stay within. The art of love takes time and courage, a steady hand, a willing heart, for anyone can fall in love, but few w ill learn its truest art. Jason Strickland The Art of Poetry Community

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