Sunday, January 18, 2015


We as Egyptians are made of sand
Connected across the desert
Spread throughout to an unending Pharaoh
Never lost always seen as paradise
The Dynasty we know crumbs of
Hidden underneath sand of layers
Layers of lives lived as suppose to be
The love of connections made
Blown never out of proportion
Stories and truth made as we track across
To see the truth
When how and what Africa is today
Full of sand
Traveled daily over a hump back
Still to this day.