Carved from ebony,
From a long line of queens and goddesses,
The epitome of resilience and
She stands tall and proud,
A rich and diverse tapestry of history behind her,
She carries it all,
Well-poised, on her head,
Her grace maintains her stature,
She seeks not your extended hand,
Her veins like flowing rivers,
the eternal Nile, giver of life,
Congo River, touched by reverent Mami Wata,
All abundant and rich,
Rejuvenates her, she is eternal…
There she goes,
A woman, the woman,
Perhaps the only woman,
Black,
Her hair extends like baobab roots,
Entwined with the land,
They are dark,
They are red under the dusky sun of...