Africa!

Africa! Mother. Oh mother. Sweet beautiful mother. My beautiful and gentle mother. You bore me from your dark cave A cave where I dwelt in a stationary position for an appointed period I could not see or hear Touch, taste, or smell I grew impatient with you but yet I still loved you I kicked you endlessly for keeping me in that wet and dark dungeon It seemed as though you forgot about me Almost as if you did not know I existed I fought day in and day out for deliverance For light and salvation Darkness was death And I craved for the light of life When you emancipated me from my cave of development I was handicapped, wondering without direction, searching for you I turned as far east as I could and then I turned as far west as my tender little neck permitted me I dropped my head to my chest accompanied by wet drops of fear sliding down my face I needed you to help sustain my delicate life and give me suck from your breast I begged vigorously for your presence And then… you appeared right in front of me as though you never left Your swelled stomach sent chills through my small body Sending waves through me I never encountered I felt a deep connection with it as though it was a part of my very being Then, by surprise, it hit me Your swelled stomach was once home