Explorer

Exploration, I’ve done
In the home mountains,
The virgin lands of our village
Stones I’ve turned, big and small
Thick and thin trees I’ve scampered,
Green brushes pulled down,
Wet and dry lands,
I’ve traversed
The untamed African lands
But then you still think you beautiful?
Oh sorry, didn’t notice
You are brown that’s why!
I should have noticed,
And also ignored the scars
you look like a fire ravaged forest my dear
not one explorable
What happened to the African lady?
The graceful girl,
Wang’are Maathai girl
I loved your head gear mama,
But I hate her synthetic hair,
Like the plastic plants,
Always posing as real,
You can never make a plastic forest
The flowing dress and the ‘kamisi’
Back in the days,
Was what made the escapade,
Worth stumbling for,
In the dark, deep forests
That’s what defined feminism.
Yesterday she came, her lips painted red
Smiled but then I couldn’t kiss her
Though I longed to kiss
The real thing
I liked her, no doubt
In fact it’s her lips I fell in love with
They were sweet and smooth,
Velvet,
That day, as the shadows waved goodbye to the sun,
Me and her across the river,
I looked into her eyes,
But its her lips I saw
The stars realized,
So illuminated them,
I wanted to touch them, wished to
But I didn’t trust my hand to accomplish it,
That shaky thing!
Nor did I trust her reaction either,
when I finally kissed them,
In the dark, on the fence
The day her mama had left for kesha
They cast a spell on me,
Seconds had sneaked by,
Got away safely without my realization,
There we were, in heaven
Full lips, Julia Roberts’,
Not wide,
I like it narrow.
But you painted them,
Why?
To look beautiful of course
Beauty is dark skin,
Natural skin,
I’m sorry fake brown girl
You’ve already shown me all,
Nothing is left to discover,
I was born an explorer