African sister
She sustains life
like the river Nile
The universe gotta pause when she give a smile
Plus she got the strength of the black race
I find myself staring at the length of her black
and beautiful face
She got darkened knees from polishing floors
But it aint hard to see she a positive force
Bucket of water on her head but still carry a
child
She diverse keeping
her hair in various styles
Deep like the Kimberly mines
So you couldn uncover her treasures even if you
were given the time
Plus she humble like the sun in a solar eclipse
Her voice blesses the air like when you blowing a
kiss
See the motion of the ocean in the sway of her hips
A lotta girls but she the most potent on the list
Mascara doesn’t define her
She divine in her design so on the throne is where
you find her
She got so many gifts that her bridal price
Would be a star and the moon if you valued her
right
Source of inspiration, 9 months carryin a nation
She my black sista, original queen, not an
imitation
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