Magic

African woman

You bore the beauty of Africa

And you saw it in his eyes

When you first held him to your breast.

You saw his spirit and so

You named him after

The mystery and the supernatural,

The misunderstood and the hopeful

The darkness and the blinding light

The water and the fire

The consistency and the change.

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African mother

You suffered and cried and bled

To nourish him.

Even when your river ran red

You found the sustenance and

The time to give him the power

Of the written word.

Even when you lost your own

You gave him all that you had left to give

So he could be clean and full and happy.

African mother you taught him to

Do the same for you with a sincere heart

When your failing body stole the

Hours from the clock you shared with him.

Suddenly you were gone.

His African warrior had been

Ripped so carelessly, and savagely from him.

A piece of his soul left with you,

In its place is a spear and a shield

And emptiness.

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African mother

From the heavens

Can you see him like I can?

Oh African mother you named him well

For he is enchanted

And he enchants all that is around him.

He is made from your blood

And the tears you cried and the

Breathtaking struggle of conciousness

And the dark, rich african soil

And the calm, raging sea.

Your shield protects his seraphic soul

And with that spear he is breaking

Down walls that were built before

He understood how to lay bricks.

He is the wonderful reincarnation

Of your love and your pain and

I wish that you could see him like

I can african mother.

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I call you African Queen

Because your soul bore

An African King.

Dedicated to the most beautiful creature, one of my best friends, Magic.