Soul

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life

My soul lives

in the branches

of the old Baobab tree

that nourishes itself

in the drought.

Drinking life from 

blood, blood of 

the Forgotten.

My soul rests at

the setting of the African sun

and bays at the moon,

purging evil into the night

that births hopes in stars.

My soul dances

on the shards 

of heartbreak

that cut the tendons 

of cowards.

My soul breathes 

because it must.

Because it chooses

not to sink

into the ground, 

but Rise

like a flower that

blooms in the desert;

Rebelliously.