Africa Calls My Name

by Phil Yarborough - Aquarius

I know I'm gonna do it,
Leave this place and find myself,
I've always said I would,
A promise to me,
With everything at stake.

Africa calls my name,
Her ebony skin, smooth,
Like the rivers which leak from my mind, soft,
Like the air in my head, dark,
Like the passions in my heart.

To learn the language,
Do what others before me have done,
Do it today,
Do it tomorrow,
When?
I know I'll know when I'll need to go.

Graceland will be the mind I live in.
To taste the lives,
See the people,
Expand my attention, imagination, thought.
To sample simple traditions,
Would be like a second chance,
I've got to do it

Where will be my bodyguard?
The one I call familiarity.
There will be no place like home,
No knowledge of currency,
Just a mind full of dreams,
Dreams I'll meet in Africa.

Birth sign: Aquarius
Date created: 2000-11-23 12:54:41
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:04
Poem ID: 58580

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