My African culture
Uprooted from my ancestors
And pused on from generation to generation

My African culture- might seem
wied sounds funny or looks like a
**** but these carry alot of benedictions
My African culture tells the story of were we
came from and most probably were we are heading
My African culture describes and names itself
there is really no need for a heading

My African culture the one source of pride and
Joy
My African culture hard to replace yet easy to enjoy

My African culture oh my beautiful culture
my soul screams in joy from the energy of my
people and from the rythm of the African drum my
heart beats

movements degin within my feet
my inner voice telling me to move
in a fleet
I dispiss and dislike a person who
malingers or derides his culture,such
a beautiful thing,such a precious
, Special thing

My African culture tells the true
tells of fallen legends, of great worriors
And of most celebrated heros  though
it never varies the tall in the telling
Now that's my Wonderful African culture

In your work I  felt in love
In  your work I found enjoyment
In your work I found motivation
In your work I found something to learn
You are all very talented, very
gifted, I don't have any words to describe
Your excellent work

From the two lined poems
to the 14 lined sonnets
from the ones with complicated words
to the ones in plane English
All of these I truly loved

My African culture
Uprooted from my ancestors
And pused on from generation to generation

My African culture- might seem
Like a taboo , sounds funny or looks like a
**** but this carrys alot of benedictions
My African culture tells the story of were we
came from and most probably were we are heading
It  describes and names itself so
there is really no need for it given a  heading

My African- culture the one source of pride and
Joy
hard to replace yet easy to enjoy

My African culture oh my beautiful culture
my soul screams in joy from the energy of my
people and from the rythm of the African drum my
heart beats

movements degin within my feet
my spirit telling me to move
in a fleet

I dispiss and dislike a person who
malingers or derides his culture,such
a beautiful thing,such a precious
, Special thing

My African culture tells the true
tells of fallen legends, of great worriors
And of most celebrated heros  yet
it never varies the tall in the telling
Now that's my Wonderful African culture

The voice has returned, telling me to write,to isolate myself
With a hard blow my head it stricks
Cannot ignore these words it gives,words a repeated flow
A flow from my mind it's like springs of living waters
Hand to pen and paper, just have to let it go
My hand it lands and mind it winds
My soul it fuals
Like a mean machine I can't seem to stop
It's job is complete it leaves, like the leaves of a dying tree leaves the tree
It goes, were it heads I could not now
Leaving me with the next fight, to brush it up to make it rhyme
After a while it returns with something to write about,
A new masterpiece