Dark Lady Africa Poem by Dorsey Baker

Dark Lady Africa



Smooth dark velvet skin
She's so
Proud to be in
Like earthquake
Like move the rolls
And rages the river makes

As the moment slangs
Itself across the street
That you must take
Notice of

A hint of sadness
The voice begins to break
Yet trumpets the sound
Of ground being broken

The demon is defeated
It is powerless now
It's teeth are now gone
It's tongue is removed

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