I want the last bullet to have already been fired...
The history of humanity seems to be defined by human eyes looking away..
We learnt to dance to the beat of our hearts, Feet stamping steady to the constant concord of living,
This land is still yours.
The history of humanity can be told in frames of people looking away
For most of us death comes slowly.
Love Africa, love yourself
I pay homage to the natural hair movement
For life will dash us against the rocks. We will be bruised but we must not break.
We are black women We are more.