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“Always and forever yours, Africa”
I absolutely love this picture; a combination of the chosen aesthetic and power behind the stripes. I immediately got inspired.
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Out, standing,
As if to make existential, in the material,
That I am, indeed, outstanding.
Isolation facilitates
The unabridged flow of my thoughts.
My words and how I deliver them
Will undoubtedly trigger those
That would wish to have me in a position
That best suits anyone,
But me.
Black Magic is what I call my skin,
I am the fable you grew believing does not exist,
I am that amalgamation of African spirits which
Make me a nightmare to supremacists.
A sneeze? Please — perhaps even less,
Is more than enough to liquidate
My supposed confinement.
How do I put this subtly?
“Your belief in my genius is irrelevant”
I am not your disciple; waiting eagerly
For you to say, what I inherently know to be true,
I am that intellectual phantom
You are yet to meet.
– O.D. ©2018
Photo by: sixreadrabbits
O.D. 
NIce
Thank you
Stunning!
Thank you!
Ah! I have missed your strong poetry. Powerful and with meaning.
Your presence has been missed as well Anne 🙂
“Black magic is what I call my skin” sweet af line right there. And the whole poem and image tbh. Bloody nice one again!
Thanks, Arbie 🙂
Beautiful
Thank you 🙂
inspiring and beautiful image to your beautiful and awe inspiring words Michael ❤
Thank you so much Kim, much love from your end of the world ❤
“Your belief in my genius is irrelevant” – this line is everything!! Powerful poem
Thank you Sonia 🙂. Its been long, I hope you are well.
I Like this
Thank you, I appreciate this.
Proud african
Indeed 🙂