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What is Africa to me:
Copper sun or scarlet sea,
Jungle star or jungle track,
Strong bronzed men, or regal black
Women from whose loins I sprang
When the birds of Eden sang?
One three centuries removed
From the scenes his fathers loved,
Spicy grove, cinnamon tree,
What is Africa to me?
So I lie, who all day long
Want no sound except the song
Sung by wild barbaric birds
Goading massive jungle herds,
Juggernauts of flesh that pass
Trampling tall defiant grass
Where young forest lovers lie,
Plighting troth beneath the sky.
So I lie, who always hear,
Though I cram against my ear
Both my thumbs, and keep them there,
Great drums throbbing through the air.
So I lie, whose fount of pride,
Dear distress, and joy allied,
Is my somber flesh and skin,
With the dark blood dammed within
Like great pulsing tides of wine
That, I fear, must burst the fine
Channels of the chafing net
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More than air
More than water
More than lips
Light light
Your body is the trace of your body
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With your being
A Little help from your smile
Let there be beauty then!
Come...
Create a beautiful day
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Lie and illusion
are like two brothers
who love each other.
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When the dark rules,
the religion of the genome starts
evolving. You can donate dead sperms.
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a blue pansy night
indigo sundown garden
impacting colors
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At sunrise, she blooms like daffodils,
At sunset, she dries and fades away,
From a seed to a plant, she erupts the soils,
Beauty now beast, she scares me away,
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UnDeRgRoUnD pReSiDeNt
by Day Williams
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Insecurities, scared of insecurities,
Majority, scared of minority,
Minority, scared of majority,
Stand tall, wash my fears away,
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Somewhere there is a wish one should believe in
Someone, somewhere shall always hear
For dreaming wishes with a softer feeling
Glows, from within when love is near
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Oh, the distress of rippled cries
The harmonious trickles of a thousand lyres
A rushing chorus of impish sprites
Sing the song of Ophelia.
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El sol insigne se desvanece sobre la begonia,
la mariposa jocosa ondula sobre el carpelo floral,
la brizna empapa sus labios de afable néctar,
mientras su simpleza alborozo colma el desierto yermo de su existir.
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Among my trips
Imagine Moon, Sunlight,
Then, kids and grown-ups.
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