I have exhausted my ink, my pen, my hand.
My tongue has unlearned all languages,
all terms of endearment and soft sayings.
I am no longer flesh, no longer blood,
but have transformed myself into wind:
a wind that has traveled the oceans for you,
a wind that has discovered Africa's worth,
that has lifted me into an African skirt
where the origin of everything began.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
I have exhausted my ink, my pen, my hand.
My tongue has unlearned all languages,
all terms of endearment and soft sayings.
I am no longer flesh, no longer blood,
but have transformed myself into wind:
a wind that has traveled the oceans for you,
a wind that has discovered Africa's worth,
that has lifted me into an African skirt
where the origin of everything began.