On red soil
Black skin walks with a grace unknown
To family separated,
Royalty intuitively shone.
How I’ve missed this throne.
Lifting me higher
Cautioning me not to inquire,
Sire,
Just accept your position, and
Fight for us until you tire.
Cultivate your fire.
How I’ve longed for this warmth.
It’s loving reassurance.
It’s unconditional love.
How I’ve missed home.
#Africa #poem