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.
Copyright © Nthabiseng Moraba | Year Posted 2015
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