Mama Africa

“Mama Africa” is featured in the 2013-2014 San Diego Poetry Annual

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Soldiers, invite themselves into areas unwanted.

They beat them,

Hate them,
Rape them,
Deface them,
But there’s nothing to be done to erase the pain they have caused.
With each and every thrust, they touch a nerve unheard of;
In her innocence, there were no marks of sin.
Now, forever from within is an empty feeling,
Numb to the world are our mothers,
Our sisters,
Our precious little girls.
Their tears don’t reach far enough to lubricate what’s meant for love.
Wounded and scarred.
Souls charred from the burns that they’ve endured.
Prevention and protection is the only cure for our women.
Mama Africa,
Beautiful in all her ways,
Your silent cry is not forgotten.
mama

A Random Thank You

I don’t see most writer’s admit that the perspective they currently hold wasn’t always how they saw the world; it evolved from somewhere. With that being said I am humbled that WordPress allows me the platform to share my process of creative evolution. Check the catalog, I didnt always write this way. And even those who now follow, big me up, like the posts or even just take a look can’t imagine the  struggle I have writing my thoughts in print. I promise you, that each one of you hold a piece of my heart because you heal me and encourage original thought.

So around the world; thank you. South Africa, France, Switzerland, Australia, Botswana, Canada, Austria, The Kongo, Arab nations, Japan, Russia, Spain, or any nation that Thought Provoking Thinking has touched; because you have allowed my thoughts to speak to you, we are one. I pray Peace & Blessings to you and your people.

Thank you.

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