Africa. You pulled me.
For my edges once curled- pieces of wholeness hid within.
The familiar, the comfort, the predictable, once the prison of my soul,
How could there be empathy locked within a prism of the known?
Africa. You pulled me. Now it is We.
Africa. You stretched me.
For my mind once reaching- lessons once and twice learned,
I’d been there, I’d done that, Oh! A mind needs more,
How could there be vision along roads traveled before?
As if you knew you’d teach me, you stretched me.
Africa. You stretched me. Now I see.
Africa. You blessed me.
For my passions once yearning- space, time, and harmony,
The distractions, the illusions, the material mundane,
How could there be liberty trapped within delusions of safe?
As if you believed in me, you blessed me.
Africa. You blessed me. Now I am Free!