mirror found
old trees carved
native dancer eyes
wind sight
looking for a warm night
where
in the morning light
girl looking for free
warm seasons calling
sand too slowly falling
fingers open
fingers closed
painted color glass
windows opened at last
freedom without sound
music in dance
carving words onto
those roads
long roads
drawings in the sand
girl
with a mirror in her hand
Brings back thoughts of the open road and dancing to the tune in one's head recently addicted to from the AM radio in the car. And there was always the mysterious girl that appeared to make freedom really free. Most long for that these days. But it's still here for the young, more than ever.
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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