Come home
Have the generosity
of sweetened soil take care of you
Come back to Georgia where life
is soothing
The pollen lays thick as mustard
A blanket in blue baby spring
Don’t go
Don’t go back where
you have to flee like the refugees
Where you are the authority
The democracy of their beings
Where they don’t know
Underneath pumps
valves of King Midas’s
billion gold
So sad the natives beliefs
are incognito
you have the touch
The one that bends machine guns
into plastic toys and soldiers to
fetal boys sucking their thumbs
warm in Yeyo’s belly
Noise rivaling civilians dying
is the female persuasion crying
“Freedom”
Little children play with the choices given
And men are a million strong
Because you live
A young nubian female grows up
to be a just ruler some day
So come
While you are still a young man
Days are not numbered
Virility is fortified
Comeliness of a young emperor
race to fill your marrow
and follow you
Come home chiseled African
to the full cluster of your
petaled youth
Author notes
Come home from a troubled existence
Please tell me what you think
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I love the concept of this sis
always you speak in Truth and that is what make you...you
Lovely creation, keep being you, sis.
All the best,
ephiphany
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Hey sis..
Thank you so much. I have to write from so many places...keeps me going and I'm it's nice to have you share it with me.
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I like this.
A lot of feeling.
Nice poem.
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Thanks LJ...
I know you-smile. You're on my favorites list and I'm a fan of your poetry too. Thank you -
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You're very welcome.
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