African Woman

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Flinging anchor and line

The scene of the crime

I’ve returned to where it all started 

 

I’ve tossed to the wind

The sense of my skin

I find it no longer suffices

 

Green depth and red heat

Gold warmth and black beat

Sweet virtues and soft whispering vices

 

I’ve fought through my fight

I’m claiming the right

To be an African woman

Arua 2017

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