Diaspora Dreams

by Robbie Ayele

Diaspora dreams connect two souls. Black, boundless, beautiful and brazenly bold. Sweet love in the sack with no regret and no turning back. Wrapping caramel thighs around his nice size and feeling the rise, crossing the burning Ethiopian sands me and my African man. With hazel brown eyes more enticing than sweet potato pies, he keeps me entranced as our moves are like a slow dance. Holding me tight, I can’t fight as he murmurs all that I mean. Yes Lord he is the man of my dreams, tugging hard at my worn heartstrings.

Habesha he sings on the wings of past kings. With gold made into necklaces, bracelets and rings. And on muddy East African roads, blue rain unfolds washing away wars long gone and untold. And exotic women please and tease on tall hills of old while little thin men spin tribal codes. Axum, Lalabella and Haile Seillase dressed in regal green, red and gold. Where a brother was never stolen, bought or sold. From Lucy’s loins sprung my fine African man, from that far away land where Entoto Mountains command. And the Blue Nile flows as Ethiopian coffee beans burn in scorched cracked pots…And the low hanging sun provides black power and rays red-hot

For me let freedom ring true I cry out in the dark. From the chains and shackles that kept families apart. To the red stained waters washing up Virginia shores, adding chocolate flavor to the vanilla landscape pure no more. The cries for freedom from north, south and west, made us stronger and wiser at our best…Black Moses, Harriet Tubman and Charles Drew we all knew as blood crept down dusty roads while southern winds blew…From scared black backs and souls that we gave. To the debt that has not yet been repaid. To my veins filled with the blood of queens and slaves. To my love for the land of the free and home of the brave.

Journey back to a love, a black love real and true. To the man that holds my heartstrings, in my bedroom with all that we knew. My African man and me are one as our bodies’ mesh. Diaspora dreams all summed up hopes of an Africa at best.

Diaspora Dreamsby Robbie Ayele

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