Yikes, this one is rapturous.... Pure African and Me - by Everett Standa You hate me Pure African Because i threw away the monkey skin And buried my soul in a three-piece suit; You hate me Because i rush from place to place From one appointment to another Without a minute free To sit and talk about ourselves and life; When the night comes I have no time to sleep, As i prepare for tomorrows appointments Only to take a nap With no time to dream You hate me Because i prefer the noisy disco crowd Than the quiet fireside Where you might challenge me With the riddles from the old wisdom Which i have forgotten Or never learned; You hate me Because i like to eat alone Even when the food is too much For me alone When you have none; You hate me Because i hate your conversations And prefer to read For hours and hours Contended in my self-made world; Pure African, I have read about your fading image And human suffering; Do not cry I am the African of today; Stripped from feelings And lost in todays world, Where everything Is like being swept in a whirlwind.
Posted on: Mon, 14 Apr 2014 14:02:40 +0000