I worship at her Temple

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I worship at her Temple-
Where whitish juice drips
From her tunnel below
I speak of palm wine.

I worship at her Temple-
Where exquisite moans
Salutes my lips;
I speak of incantations.

I worship at her Temple-
Where my touches
Plays puzzle on her emotions;
I speak of when I gamble
Between being a black man with blue eyes
And being that black Man
Who wears ndàk ekpo with pride.

I worship at her Temple-
Where sparkling melanin,
Colors the sun
Ebony Bright darker than darkness.

I worship at her temple
Where the drums played in each season
Have meanings to us
And we dance to every single beat

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I am she that will pen down emotions
I am Africa
Our culture our pride