African Palm Poem by Kwenadi Gaaje

My land - Her culture
My tears - Her river
flowing beneath the storms
Forming waves in her veins.

My body - Her mountain
My voice - Her anthem
The real staccato voice
like the echoes in the blue Sky's.

My hair - Her forest
My skin colour - soil
My people - Her nation
My eyes - Her beauty

Attracting the eye of from the inside to the out shell.
She's cutie always on duty
Like the magnet in the midst of coins.

Her eyes so evergreen as a tree leaf
Her eyes as brighter as morning rays
Her beauty relaxes nerves of thee depressed minds.

Gives a banana moon and stars a smile at noon
Her eternal smile can take eyes extra smile
Thee eternal bundle of ore'

Her black skin communicate with my body
So is yet land and sky
A woman with a lioness heart
Accommodating different nations to become one.

My heart - Her soul
My wrists - her palm
My African pride
My African Palm.