My African Woman
My African woman,
I then title you something number one
To my mind, heart and soul
By whenever I introduce the thought of you in me
The rivers in my drainage basin flow not with water,
But milk, chocolate and honey of Africanism,
Strong and wild as a tropical cyclone
My African woman.
Through the heat wave,
Walking under the Sun's scorch and sear
Your dark melanin remained stave
dripping, Africa's own gold prettified clear.
Dark as the night sky,
But only you can, make the stars visible to the eye
You stimulate the Milky way with your darkness,
Your color on a fruit, channel sweetness.
You're an Africa Queen,
with or without a crown
The love for you, erupt from a volcano
cone, vibrates the ground, hit
the Earth with an asteroid
and pull like a black hole.
A black ocean you are
jumping and wide,
no being rides your tide
A Queen from afar, from Africa
You're my African woman.
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