Wouldn't it be something...

If I could write something about Africa ...
I would describe the regions unexplored ...
The tears she shed... The wounds that bled... The equal pains it took to leave her and to come back to her... Laying in her absence... Her mountainous ranges leading me to her deepest ... Her unrelenting patience with her children and me, her brother, her husband, her lover, her friend, her persecutor... I would write about our end in reference to our beginnings .... Our truth... Our water... Our daughter in another life ... I would identify landmarks ... Tracing them across your nations... Your outstretched arms, my compass... I would let you be my guide... Utilize the stars in your eyes and your mouth open wide greeting me with the smiles of queens before you...  Rivers I learned to swim in take me in with familiar crests ... Kneel in your sands, you can reteach me how to pray ... Preach to me in the tongues of my fathers passed... Let me remember the Africa that once was my everything.