THE ECHO OF HOME
my spirit beams with joy resonates with my roots with ahoy no limitations, no boundaries spirituality sewn into my core like embroideries we are distinctively made of clay gayly on fray so adorned for us to slay our skin, a shinning and unique texture scent so longing like petrichor home beckons for our soul our palms itching for the plough dews crave to touch down on the soil our head blessed with so much oil echoes from home, a unique sound heard by all hearts even if not around we are inextricably connected like maggots in a pail of shit our distinction is in our godly wit our mind is a meadow a beautiful view when you open our window the dead are not truly dead in Africa we are sewn together in becca @talk2leigh (X & insta) 10:02am 6 Mar 2026
