Oh' Dear Mother

Look upon her blackness And be filled with delight Her blackness A beacon among the insipid faces around her Proudly she walks Proudly she sways with unsurpassed conviction A sensuous black lily Swaying in the wind The daughter of Africa Within her soft belly Sleeps her children She wears her blackness like a queen This daughter of Africa Taught us to be the captain of whatever course we choose to plot Not to let suppressive objectives derive your path Not to be rendered subservient, Docile and therefore subjugated To mental assassination To n'oublie jamais d'où tu viens Because you have to be Before you can know What u stand for This daughter of Africa.