I am Africa.

when you'r an unbelievably
over-cryer
I hold you`r hand.
and I whisper the right words.
and all is a bit bitter.
I am always bitter
but I laugh endlessly.
and externally, it would appear
we`r having a blast
I am hurt
I am pain
I am Africa
at it`s highest state of shame.
and you, the world
mindlessly look away
I am privet, and silent
I am centuries of decay.
I am the ache of greatness
I am the greatness of ache.
and in you`r imbecilic mind
you`r Cleopatra-like eyes
 I am a bit short of ordinary.
you.
my dear,
to me,
are world hunger
manic depression
repeated rape
and fucking dictatorship
natural disaster
time going faster
writers block
art, unmasterd
and death of dreams
death of liberation.
but I cant help
my absolute idiocy
around you`r
devastating
deceptive
tragic
beauty
to which
I am helplessly ugly.