Its the way everything flows in my mind
Coming together to form an indescribable
image in my mind.
Its the neat way I tie my head gear
Immersed with bright and dark
Colour patterns showing my artistry
in the art of head ties
Its the way my ear-rings plasttered with
clean lines, zig-zaggy lines of hand painted designs adorn
my ear lobes.
It’s the stone beads, and glass beads
Laying atop of each other
With patterns of prestine shapes, sizes,
And lines that tell a story of the artist
laying delicately around my neck
Upon my chocolate skin
Its the tiny round beads of different colours
Sitting around my waist in a soft gentle flow
Shaking as I swing my waist from left to right
Its the cultural patterns and motifs of a nation
Weaved into the kente cloth, dyed onto the batik,
Painted onto the tie and dye
To give a Beautiful cloth to be used as an attire
After it’s pieced together and sown.
This is my culture, my culture of patterns.
These are my patterns, patterns of home,
Patterns of Africa.
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