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.