AFRICANAH

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When I was born
It should have been in Eurasia, way into the belly of China
To see It’s walls that I hear stretches as far as eyes can see
Even Chinese calligraphy too interests me
But it was my birth and my choice
So I choose Africa
Here there are bricks and Sun enough
To build a city of walls

I should have been born in America
That when I grow
I will be handed a whip, a cowboy hat
And conferred the title of “Slave Master”
But when I last toured the rivers of Mississippi
The only beautiful scene that caught my sight
Was a black boy rinsing his anus upstream

So I choose Africa:
Here, you rinse your anus, I rinse mine
But watch out, our Grandchildren may be drunk with anus water
Downstream.

No, Australia was never in my menu
But Antarctica?
I closely mistook the name for Africa.
“Africa”
When you are still to born
The name is pronounced Antarcticaish:
“A place of dry and discomfort”