This feeling, a vital source of my being.
Warm orange and red beneath my mocha-toned skin
Deep pools flowing, irrigating my soul
Rich and fertile.
"Nawa for your ass," the text reads as I walk into the train station.
"Lord do u," another text reads.
"U makin' me smile."
Swamped with love.
Elevated, stretched across the Atlas Mountains.
My African Passport still rises.