The African woman, one of her kind.
With a body shape and figure so unique.
Clothed in a skin color that can’t be bought.
Her dark skin glows in the light and in the dark.
Her hair is her gift only for her to have.
Her beauty lies in her home and the society.
Her strength is her family.
Her pride is the value she instills in her children.
Her wealth adorned on her is her culture.
Her fierceness is her zeal to be a voice.
For when they told her to sit and be quiet
She stood like a giant building a world for her
And when they tried to bury her, like a plant she grew in her zeal
Who is she? One will think
She is the African woman!