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