MUSINGS AND MEDITATIONS: Harvest

Tell the stories of Africa and all its sadness. Forget her royalty and let dignity be hidden. Only the suffering sells. Her pain is the resource that rivals sold. For if she knows she's worth more, then her streets would be lined with gold. I am you and you are me. We sing and laugh but only our pain is seen. A cast away with head held high. Tell a different story and bury the lie. Tears may flow but you are worth more.