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Africa Memoirs

February 23, 2018

Soils red, rich with iron like the blood of man
Pothole littered roads infested with cars
The hot sun defeats the old battered fan
These are my joyous Africa Memoirs

Beach waves roll on the sand salty and sweet
Warm wind dances through the green palm tree hair
Music matching the pace of my heartbeat
Ripped swimsuit shows pale skin I wouldn’t dare

Here on this continent far away I,
I am free, free like the low clouds that roll
which seductively escaped from the sky
Here I am able to flourish my soul

I became the person I want to be
Maybe it’s the dramamine driving me

Jameyrae Valdivia
Contributing Writer

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