Journey through Sirreal Photography (Raspberry)

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Africa across her face
black diamond for pupils
sunshine rising in her brow
city in cheek bones
the red of emotions
bursting from her lips
she looked as innocent
as war
as bloody as two lovers
caressing under the moon
generation upon generation
of ancestors in her hair
the voices must drive her crazy
her skin must scream sometimes
gypsy eyes with a touch of
fucked up
with a frown that gives you
that warm feeling when
someone tickles your fancy
tickles your mind still stuck
to the glue of thinking that beauty
is only in the eye of the beholder
it is our ability to make up
our faces
to tribal our way of life
back to our traditions back to
the mating dance
the maternity clock is forever ticking
men hear it to
woman sometimes times have to learn
it is not always them
but most times they be the ones
that control the feeling
the believing for a better tomorrow
there was
Africa across her face
black diamond for pupils
sunshine rising in her brow
city in cheek bones
the red of emotions
bursting from her lips
she looked as sweet
as lemons as
convincing as a lier
strapped to the sky
had them seeing them self's
in the eye of the believer
in the glory of the wind
dancing on the of chance
that this world may end
too soon
and you never got the chance
to see
Africa across her face
black diamond for pupils
sunshine rising in her brow
city in cheek bones
the red of emotions
bursting from her lips