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Amongst many to feel
you sleep in your angry
curled-up ball.
To soften your eyes.

Where have you been
my love?
What can you know?
When did this seed of
you now, find itself home?

Why could I dream of you
before you laid here?
To know some parts of you
fills me with fear.

And dread.
I’ll have to confess my
earth-prints too.
And they aren't always clean.
Afiifa Jeylani Oct 2020
Scramble for Africa,
Like pieces on a board game
North, south, east and west
Plains leading every way.

They don't have Bibles,
they don't have faith?
Perhaps it is time
we teach them of our ways.

Let us begin by erasing their past,
let's take some of their artefacts,
hang them in our museums;
admire our murderous past.

Afiifa Jeylani ©️
Truth hurts but lies ****... Happy Black History Month from London
You talk too much
It's either
Your pasts makes me regret
that I didn't met you earlier
Or a feeling that
I'm not used to deal with
But I love you
And always will
******* it

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