Poetry; AFRICAN WOMAN

Hey sister, rocking that fro with a smile

Nubian diva full figure, a booty worth your while

Brown chocolate, no I'm dark coffee I ain't gonna lie

Not accepting your beauty cuz the truth is expensive to buy

Time has changed we all just wanna be light-skinned so not cool

But in the eyes of the outsider we are still black like coal

With her shuku and Ankara she shrugs as she walks by in her own skin

I see the boli seller wiping her sweat with her wrapper as proud as she can be

At that owambe, the sultry Yoruba woman on her gele dancing with dele

Igbo kwenu it's August meeting, full figured Igbo mothers rocking their jorge

Aii sallah ya zo, the forever young Hausa ladies making waina da masa

Take a look at those kids playing suwe, being happy proud in their own way

She is light-skinned but she knows she's a black woman

Oreos skinned woman why change is it because of that man?

Hey sister don't give into the pressure your beauty can't be measured

They say it's dirty, they say it's not attractive

I say it's beautiful cuz it's our identity.

For I am a PROUD AFRICAN WOMAN