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.