Africa my beginning, Africa my ending

With the depth of your riches
The height of your beauty
In the distance of your grounds.
Mountains shower us with shade
While your curves in rivers shape

The core of the earth shakes to your dancers
Burning love that speaks humanity
Everybody feels

You are not kind at times
You are not
My brothers and sisters seeking refuge
With heavy hearts and minds
If words could describe, the hurt will suppress
If minds could combine
The beginning would be the ending

Digging and digging is all they do
But digging is what makes you
They do not know, you grow
High in the skies your shape threatens
Just your name carries so much weight

From Cape we see you Cairo
Your beautiful colours in different nations
All 54 faces in one
My beginning and my ending
You are not pure nor are you perfect
But in the hearts of many you are the reason

It is just the feeling that divides
Your borders that resides
Cross between, beneath and within
Pounding endless traditions
That beauty cannot be ignored

Do not hurt me, do not hurt me
Do not push me away
Do not
What are we without?
What we can be internally
Africa my beginning, Africa my ending for eternity

This is you and trust they are watching
The world speaks while we separate
Don't let it be
Second part as you are large in this world
But your worth weakens

The beauty that you are
The crafts that you define
The length that you run
Can you rotate, let them admire you
They will not brake you

My pen bleeds while my mind seeks
Every page of your existence in history is rigid.

Africa my beginning, Africa my ending

Just alphabets

From start to end, layer by layer
Composed in sense
Understood in thought

Distance is shortened with just a few put together
Love is defined with actions that follow
Structured perfectly, context sorted
It never ends, "to be continued"

Those thoughts that pierce unreachable places
Those words that bring the light into the darkness
Carry your own weight, they say
That slight pain that cannot be put into words
Though alphabets are flying around your brain cells

We don't just put things together
There's always that "why" do we?
Any rigid position will damper that motion we seek
That as much as you can, put them in your hand
Write you, write from you, write to you
Time will redifine

As open as it may seem, the harder it is
When that direction is just in a circle
A to Z and back to A
Stand tall, firm and unshaken
But first, get it together before it is lost in translation

See the end but not predictable
Start at the beginning but not obvious
Close it when it gets heavy
Take a break when you can't breathe
There's no point in forcing words into existence
There's no favour to you while you finding your existence

Alphabets are chronological
Thoughts are not
Actions are complex
But your mind is not
Is it logical?
Or it doesn't matter!
Each one of them have a place in you
Don't look for destinations then
Find a hole in those covers

It is just a book
Compose it
It is just a book
Take control of it
It is just a book
Find meaning in it
It is just a book
And it is worth it

Alphabets that fly around your mind.