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,
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
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