There’s no holiday that makes me more conflicted than the Fourth of July. Fan of
history, geography and flags I knew how to sing the Splanged banner by 9 and
wanted to join it’s Navy by 12. Just as today, by virtue of aspirations to its
ideals: Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, I felt American. Native of a
nation so divided there’s no forseen political solution to its aches, my
idolatry of America was the antidote to my homeland’s fate.
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Mind is buzzing of thoughts I’ve nurtured through my stay.
In all the questions I’ve sought answers to, I’ve discovered many more to be
unsure of.
In the stare of that man begging, wandering from wagons to streets, seeking
coins to satisfy his hunger. The draw of luck may land him a bill that would
make him feel satiated but not forever satisfied.
He may wander, but he is far from lost. He knows where to be. He can read
kindness in the patrons eyes, perhaps gambles at times, or just desperate.
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Mama Africa
Oh you of rich history, legends and tales, envious to no other,
Nations of hospitality, so welcoming, duped into forsaking your own birth
rights.
Oh you of morals, high and unflinching,
beliefs transcending supernatural,
Engrained into a way of life, the way of life of the motherland.
Oh you land of flourishing fauna, deep savannah,
blessed soil with minerals.
Oh you of plenty faith, banner to your identity,
that brandishes your faith, which ever it may be, as the only way.
Oh you o