I moved to Africa... and
now i have my ghost swahili
discretely... my skin, too white to be
a lion's grunt. But I serve no wildebeest
on two legs.
I love the broken yurts and the falls of Victoria.
I come from where we all come from.
And having arrived
I love best the world
from where I've
been.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC
I moved to Africa... and
now i have my ghost swahili
discretely... my skin, too white to be
a lion's grunt. But I serve no wildebeest
on two legs.
I love the broken yurts and the falls of Victoria.
I come from where we all come from.
And having arrived
I love best the world
from where I've
been.
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