The African Tale

I saw through her eyes

Something unnatural

Crystal eyes with a hidden tale to tell; the African story

She held my hands

My palms there and then; filled with immense warmth unknown to the fire flames

She saw my back filled with what one would misfire as tattoos yet they were bruises from my master's whipping

My mind ran to her entire body

Her mind built up like wealth

Her slim body figure well balanced

Her skin's complexions shooting up with a different kind of glow with the sun

Trust me, I would have tied a noose around my neck

But because I can't die for you

But rather I am sure I can live for you no matter these tragedies in my nemesis

Why would I die for you yet death would part us from this epitome of love

You are the reason why I am still subordinate to my master

Cause you keep me moving

You motivate me

You breathe life into me

You give me purpose

I pray that your existence gives me reason to one day fight my Master so that I can love you fully without having to play hide and seek in the plantations

You have already planted a seed of love in me

Keep watering it Till it can bear fruits; With you as a reason to fight for

Heaven and Earth; I will fight to have you fully

Oh dear Akembi; my love

[an African love story; somewhere in the white man's time]

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