3.5.2014

fuckyeavanity:

today I met a young west African man. he looked like a god. his nose spread far across his face and his skin was pure black. he had broad shoulders, a low fade and I could hear the voices of our ancestors with every word he spoke. his slight accent indicated that he didn’t speak just one language. I asked what his name was, he inquired about mine. a lifetime passed by the deeper I looked into his eyes.

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