Untangle my thoughts.

I need Africa.

I must ward off America.

America has changed me.

My people have been scattered—  

My people have been stolen—

Our minds have been bleached—

We must parry the menticide.

I am the sun of Africa.

My roots run deep beneath

The ocean. My soul is the Land

Of Cush. My mind is Egypt.

Untangle my thoughts.

I need Africa.

I must ward off America.

America has changed me.

I cannot abandon America.

America is my pigmentation.

Africa is my Mother Earth.

I must blend America, with Africa.

I am a synthesis of the two.

I am a mulatto: I am America;

I am Africa: I am the best of

Both worlds. I must be whole.

I cannot untangle my thoughts.

I cannot ward off America.

I need Africa. I also need

America. I am a synthesis.

Africa breathes through me.

I am the breath of Africa.

America breathes through me.

I am the breath of America.

I must repair my thoughts.

I must love myself.

I must love to feel free.

I am Africa. I am America. 

NaiveAndWitty