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Wild Here

Color is Pride: True Colors

By Mandyjane SlaybaughPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

WILD here

AFRIKAN SOUL BONES

Muck deep down from skin to bone

every sense feeds soul memory

this is my home

Reaching between thorns thick as swords

barefeet on red dirt

fear speaks into my gut “watch for the unknown”

but he is silenced as my toes hug around a heated pebble

picking up pace

caution like the wind pulling my hair back

I feel her fire

my face red as this mane gold as the plains

SINYA- her gold rich sky

giving my cells the touch of lifetimes

i am not like the movie woman of dreams

made from next door

darkness in parts once beat to the floor

most alive i have felt

across seas spread out wide

heart of the world

my arms in cow pies

barefoot red dirt

thorns thick as knives

my hair never brushed

my vomit fed flies

sickness from vac pricks

healed by Maa wise

Ached for the threads woven by women

dipped in earth tones red soaked their linen

markets on tuesday filled over sections

potatoes beside solar radios

sugar cane in season

giggles from children

chimes by their dresses

bead wire filled earrings and necklace

Bleating for sunrise

church loud through dream eyes

through mud walls i cry

my body failing i might die

the child calls “come outside”

breathe deep soak up time

there is no T I M E in Afrika

“ yoooh awwwn AfrrrrIIIIIkkkkaaaa time” they say laughing light_Afrikan soul_

When arms deep in cow shit

worms move between finger tips

never have I felt this

this. is. who we really iz.

Ernest wrote about Kilis peak

Maasai jump to heavens reach

nothing could have felt more real

this is where we started.

Nashipai provides much gifts

a name the women often give

alone was not welcome here

welcome walks with long necked deer

speckled birth marks

steady pass

close my eyes i feel their mass

10 ft far but close am I

tonight i’ll see the lions eye

cackle laughter whips my rest

awake beside the hyena nest

empty plain of sinya waits

our tribe dance stirs droughted rain

pass through valleys rivers towns

as wild as the wildebeast

i am wild here

awake

prepared

naive

Every color alive in me.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Mandyjane Slaybaugh

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