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I See Other Black Women Imitate My Style, Which Is No Style At All, But Just Letting Our Hair Be Itself. They Call It The Afro Look.

In The Mind, In The Heart, I Was Always Home. I Always Imagined, Really, Going Back Home.

And I Believe That It Becomes A Troubled Continent Because There Are Those Who Must Always Cause Confusion So That We Do Not Keep These Natural Resources.

My Thoughts Are Like Quick Little Fish That Swim Out Of My Grasp.

I Look At A Stream And I See Myself: A Native South African, Flowing Irresistibly Over Hard Obstacles Until They Become Smooth And, One Day, Disappear - Flowing From An Origin That Has Been Forgotten Toward An End That Will Never Be.