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Poem
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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