inside my veins dark the paint
the fliud that flows
black wine to all my vents
head to the lowest toe
they bath in this sweet wine
and they bear the mark of black
from the darkest soil
creator made us,
how beautiful and fertile i am
and the ripes and unripen friuts
how beauty they dance in the winds whistling from all corners
i smile and ride with the sun
has his kisses nurtures my mark
am beauty, am beautiful
o Am Africa
o Am Africa
beauty and beautiful i bask in the glory of unclothed sun


© Robertk