DAY 8...8/30-East to West

Her name is Suzan
&
The homely glow that takes to her face is peaceful
Resembling that of the East.
Ethiopia;
Its beauty reflects the same sacred feeling
Of those most proud when spotting their
Coates of Arms place on solid blue
Centered across green, yellow and red strips.
Blessings have been placed upon her
She is a decent; taking to the east side of Our dear mother.
And calling it home
Residing heavy on tongue her native has never left her
Despite the grasp America has tried to hold
She has never let her culture slip through lost cracks
Or has been influenced by the lost souls.
It has stayed with.


Her name is Nana-Yaa
&
The homely glow that takes to her face is peaceful as well
Resembling that of the West.
Ghana;
Its beauty reflects the same sacred feeling
Of those most proud when spotting their
Single Star
Centered across red, yellow and green strips.
Blessings have been placed upon her
She is a decent; taking to the west side of Our dear mother.
And calling it home
Residing heavy on tongue her native has never left her
Despite the grasp American has tried to hold
She has never let culture slip through lost cracks
Or has been influenced by the lost souls.




They share the same story
The same struggle
Placing themselves between times
That extend from way back like
To back then when
being African reflected that of one of the seven sins
To present; now
When being cultured is real cool.
To back then when
They wanted nothing to do with Africa
To present; now
Where spending their last cash on Dashikis from Urban Outfitters means they're trying to reconnect with their lost mother
Blessed be to those
Like Suzan and Nana-Yaa
Who followed the paved path by
Eager minds never wanting to lose themselves
On foreign soil.
Though it is to easy for them to forget where they are orginally from
But they are steady digging
fighting frantically to keeps their roots visible.
Because she is forever resting with them
No matter what ocean separates her.