African Sistah,
Toes in the warm sand
Ankles full of charms rattling with every step
Bumping a sea of people as she carries her blue surfboard
She steps on a plastic bottle and sighs
Picking it up and putting it in her satchel she treads on.
African Sistah,
Pulled by the alluring of the blue ocean
She looks to the horizon and dreams
She dreams of cleaner beaches and oceans
But she is tormented with floating islands of plastic
Turtles choking on plastic bags
She shuts her eyes and erases those foul images from her head.
African Sistah,
She ties her dreadlocks and sets her board right
Ready to jump into the seemingly perfect waves
Perfect yes, but tainted with garbage
She paddles into the deep unknown trying to catch a wave
Her foot gets caught by a Lays chip bag
Again she sighs and drags it off her foot and comes to a halt
There it came
The perfect wave.
African Sistah,
She steadied herself and quickly jumped on her board
She rode that wave
That perfect wave
Full of plastic bottles and papers
She couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with sadness
Her once pristine ocean was now a mirage of its former self
Choked with trash
Marine organisms slowly dying
She rode that perfect wave to its end.
African Sistah,
Picked up her satchel full of trash she had collected
She had left the beach clean
But now it was full of trash again
The never ending cycle of human nature biting again
She bent over and started the process again
Purging the enemy that is a threat to all.
