I close my eyes.
I still smell your salty air;
Your sandy body running through my hands;
Your rhythm whispering in my ear;
Beautiful island…
Oh, how I long to roam your belly again Puerto Rico.
Do you still love me the way you did long ago?
We had a short love affair, you and I.
Back in the days when my young feet wandered,
And played in your bath water;
Ate the fruits of your womb.
My roots are tangled in your very being;
my ancestry;
in your breeze.
I can hear you, isla bella y verde;
You are calling me.
One day soon,
I promise,
I will return to you.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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