Beholder

Stare into my eyes and tell me what you see. A portrait painted with beauty and innocence Or a collection of pixels illustrating magnificence? Can you count the number of thoughts fluttering pass my labyrinthine mind? Can you crack the secrets trapped in my mouth, Lock behind my lips, That my tongue tries to spill?…

We Are Queen

  We are the queen of this land you call home Civilizations were born from our wombs Suckled in our bosom Rested on our hips Protected in our arms And flourished from our wisdom We aren’t a queen We are the queen We hail from the land as old as time We are Africa Mother…