Open your belly to the sun as it gleams in through paned glass
Bear your chest to the world, you beautiful dancing man
Shield your teeth no more, sheath yourself no more
Beat your breast sternly, African son, and know that she may hate you for it
She may bleed you dry like the leech of murky waters
But let the warmth of sun greet your naked flesh as a friend
Let him expose your skin, no longer cloaked in shameful mask
And breathe the breath of the liberated.
