Mama Africa

I love Africa

It’s not Antarctica

You’ll never find a replica

I like to call it Exotica

A land of beautiful green

Minerals abundant like you’ve never seen

Beauty inside and out like a lovely sheen

Our precious Exotica I mean

Whenever things get practical

And times are critical 

It’s difficult to be formal

Because our love for Exotica is unconditional

by Franklynne N. Cassell


So I wrote this when I was in high school. What do you think? Is it incomplete? Is the title fitting? Is it a decent poem? Let me know what you think. Remember be honest, not rude. I’ll post a review of xXx: The Return of Xander Cage or a review of Logan next. You decide. Until next time. Ta!