Description: My home for 23 years...Will I ever go back? I miss my friends and I some ways I miss the land itself...Africa.
Land Of The San -------------------------------------------
I'm from the land of the Kalahari
My paragraphs speak for me
As I walk it's savage dark streets in silence.
Scenes of violence
Seen between the blue flashes
Of the Police's lights and screaming sirens
I need my teachers guidence
As I tread this path with trepidation
I dread this part
Select a card don't keep the devil waitin'
It's time ta play ya hand
Kid new to the block
The innitiation kill then rape her
In full veiw of the cops
You either do or get shot
It's her life or it's yours
I turned to Rhyme they turn to crime
I wonder which one'll endure
You already know the answer
I'm the dancer with wolves in sheeps clothing
As sheet lightning flickers across the sky
I keep Flowing ((the streets poem))
"Southern Africa
The bottom of the world
The deepest darkest
Secret that you heard
Southern Africa
The problem of the earth
Where people laugh
At these starving boys and girls"
Welcome to the Capital of Rape
An up-close and personal veiw
That begs the question
What a person to do
When a fucken lie isn't worse then the truth
When the majority's ruled by the minority
They're perverse and persue
A life of luxury by trusting thieves
And its discussed in the news
His disgusting gut is busting
Kids have nothing to chew
And they just want something to choose
For themselves instead it's hell
They delve for
Jumping head first to an empty well
To try to quench their thirst
Who's name should I metion first
Who's shame should I pen on paper
Who's game could I end, insert
Another fifty cents
And quickly replay this hell on earth
Another day a mothers slave
Dug his grave nothing personal ((it's just work))
"Southern Africa
The bottom of the world
The deepest darkest
Secret that you heard
Southern Africa
The problem of the earth
Where people laugh
At these starving boys and girls"
My hearts a barren desert
Like the Skeleton Coast
I've buried my close brethren friends
Forgettin it NO
Like an elephant don't
I might be stepping on toes
But have you ever seen the decor
In my Presidents home
While my grandmothers home alone
Hiding behind bur'g'lar bars
Like She's in prison with 'em bur'g'lars
Who murder for cars
They broke the security gate
Invaided her bachelor flat
Stole all her earthly possesions
This is Africa FACT
Smiling to your face teeth bared
Stabbing ya in the back
Then snatching ya leather bag
It's a grab the funds and run man
It's a pack ya stuff and duck man
Its either you or it's them
Cause if they did it once thrust me
They gonna do it again...
"Southern Africa
The bottom of the world
The deepest darkest
Secret that you heard
Southern Africa
The problem of the earth
Where people laugh
At these starving boys and girls
Southern Africa
The bottom of the world
The deepest darkest
Secret that you heard
Southern Africa
The problem of the earth
Where people laugh
At these starving boys and girls"
Africa is not the only place of pain and misery, i've traveld these U.S.States, read the news and watched T.V. news, violence is world wide. It's wrong that so much more is going on in Africa, but one day it will all end. This is the promise of GOD..
Your entire work was beautiful. I'm sorry that you miss your home, I hope that you can return to visit it. I enjoyed reading this as I, obviously, am not from Africa. I liked seeing your perspective on your own "mother nation".
It sounds like a difficult thing to miss this place. We will always miss home, that I know for certain. I like your punctuation, I thought it kept the piece flowing in a more raw, uncensored way to leave out all those pesky commas and periods.