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I need all the stars, fire, water, ash
to go to work on the wreckage of me
in the late of an evening, in the early of a morning
there is barely anything in between myself and despair,
spend the hours making me over from all that I am now,
from all that I have ever been,
just look how the battles have hardened my skin
somehow, my heart is still the softest place
learning to survive the daily eruptions,
the makeshift wars, built on treason and pretty lies
where can I run, how can I hide?
instead, I close my eyes, and wake up dreaming of us
my own Mecca, the healing touch of your shores,
the warm, wet hands of open arms — welcoming a daughter home
I am holding onto this light as I start towards you
Eastward bound,
Africa stand up, I’m heading home,
you remind me of my parts that are unafraid, the parts that remember how to cultivate peace, only you and I have what it takes to unbreak me,
one breath at a time, you can rejuvenate my jaded eyes,
like fools in love, we get it on tonight, we are sanctified
as you wash and braid my hair beneath the…
