When I think of
Africa
I think of poems
by Alice Walker
The words that
paint pictures in my head
I think of
Mandela's freedom
An era of
revolution
I think of long
lines of families
People who are
strangers to each other
I think of the
Kintae cloth
The many colors
woven together
To make something
of substance
A scarf
A hat
A coat
When I think of
Africa I think of me
I think of
destiny
And what I can be
That is just to be
the original me©Copyright 1993 Thomas Dooley
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