Saturday, May 16, 2015

Zanzibar

Scented in spices and sweet Swahili sounds,
Zanzibar is as evocative as its mythic name suggests.

Indian, Arabian and African.
I feel like I know this dream,
from Maghreb to Moghul,
yet it comes in just a little different a hue.

Like the yellow scarf hijab
draped over a black abaya
protecting the modesty of ebony skin.

The hand-crafted doors hold
a different dream behind
the spiked facade,

Yet gritty enough to be real
and remind you that Zanzibar
exists in this world.


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