African Sista'

The air is thick with excitement
harbored in young hearts waiting
waiting,
waiting,
for her to come,

For her to dance until the grass
beneath her feet is flat and
until the fire has died down
and the fire flies light up the sky,
dancing,
twirling,
clapping,
stomping,
to the beats in those young hearts,

Eyes shining like twin stars and
dress flying behind her in the night
red dyes, green dyes, and yellow dyes
hypnotizing those young minds
the night long
gone
black
starry,
for her performance,

Stomping to the beat of the drum
that races in her heart
and the Dub, beaning rhythm
sshh, sssshhhh, ssshh
to her hopping feet,

Her rhythm,
the African rhythm
are ancient steps.

Hey that's pretty cool. Have you ever been to Africa? Even if you havent, your description sure fooled me

lol, no, I've never been to Africa but I want to eventually.

That was good.

thanks!

you know you are actually very good ..

thanks!