African Sistah
African Sistah, Toes in the warm sand Ankles full of charms rattling with every step Bumping a sea of people as she carries her blue surfboard She steps on a plastic bottle and sighs Picking it up and putting it in her satchel she treads on. African Sistah, Pulled by the alluring of the blue ocean She looks to the horizon and dreams She dreams of cleaner beaches and oceans But she is tormented with floating islands of plastic Turtles choking on plastic bags She shuts her eyes and erases those foul images from her head. African Sistah, She ties her dreadlocks and sets her board right Ready to...