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AFRICAN WOMAN

No shame, to be proud of my skin
Mr. Rice’s vessels can’t tame the rich black blood
That flows in my veins

Graceful lands, fruitful plains, adventurous hills
These are our native streets
Some of our forests remain chaste, our soils never impotent

Most proud I am of the black woman
Beauty’s prima donna, complexioned like Life’s cloak,
It speaks beauty, wedded strength

Under the shadow of her hair
My care is lightened by the suns of her eyes
Its colour casts shadow on the stars

So formed and shaped, figure eight feels inferior
Her solemn voice is the hymn of the beloved, delight of minds.
She’s most fertile at heart – enough to grow humans!
The beauty of her inn strikes me to the heart

I implore you Mr. Rice, travel the seas
Come see her whose beauty I’ll sing
Till jealous Fate turns her to humus to feed roots of life.

Written by: Justice Gift Jite-Eda
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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