African Woman

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To be a woman is to be me
Gorgeous daughter of eve
Mother Africa, mother to the world
Woman, oh me,
Who carries the man on her back!

Pulchritude;
Beauty from within me
Shinning, coming forth like the dawn
Ancient values molded me,
True virtue redefining me,
I bring you woman, i show you my face
Princess of the plain,
queen of the hills,
Tall like the iroko tree,
Elegant like the palm founds
Ever productive like the raining season.

See , this backbone of the world
Exquisitely made from the rib of a man.
Touch, my kinky black hair,
feel, My sun darkened skin.
I smile
An enigma, I leave them wondering,
Spell bound by the gap in my teeth,
My dimple turning men to boys.
Woman! oh me
I still the hands of warriors

© shola A. 2009

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