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I am Her. The embodiment of royalty A physical manifestation of Her soul A spiritual movement to Her drum. I am the Epitome of Zion. My golden Hide draped in Her pride I am a Metaphysical Force Changing form everyday Becoming Her rivers And Her Valleys alike. I speak in Her infinite Tongue of Love With Her voice And Her spirit We are forever. The Land of the First Trumpet Where the first Heartbeat was heard Where the first Sun rose and birthed the first horizon My Place. Where the first Moon wedded the Starry African Night Sky. Where the first mountains praised Her Where the first Warrior fought And conquered the darkness. Infinitely. Her life was breathed into me and so I am abundant. Every part of me was chosen for greatness. Delicately, I was created With perfection And finesse. My mind borne of consciousness Blessed with her essence. Given Her sight Given Her touch Given Her strength Given Her. She is the home of plenty The plethora of Her soulful Aura Fruitfulness Natural wealth Utopia Euphoria Africa. She is what it means to be Human. Her soul, Her roots, Her vessels, Her. Africa is what it means to be Alive. You are Me And I am Her We are African.
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
We Are African.
I am Her. The embodiment of royalty A physical manifestation of Her soul A spiritual movement to Her drum. I am the Epitome of Zion. My golden Hide draped in Her pride I am a Metaphysical Force Changing form everyday Becoming Her rivers And Her Valleys alike. I speak in Her infinite Tongue of Love With Her voice And Her spirit We are forever. The Land of the First Trumpet Where the first Heartbeat was heard Where the first Sun rose and birthed the first horizon My Place. Where the first Moon wedded the Starry African Night Sky. Where the first mountains praised Her Where the first Warrior fought And conquered the darkness. Infinitely. Her life was breathed into me and so I am abundant. Every part of me was chosen for greatness. Delicately, I was created With perfection And finesse. My mind borne of consciousness Blessed with her essence. Given Her sight Given Her touch Given Her strength Given Her. She is the home of plenty The plethora of Her soulful Aura Fruitfulness Natural wealth Utopia Euphoria Africa. She is what it means to be Human. Her soul, Her roots, Her vessels, Her. Africa is what it means to be Alive. You are Me And I am Her We are African.
For Every person in every corner of the world.
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lindisa-mathabela-1
South African
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
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