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From your lips to your hips, your anatomy is unique,
The colour of your skin is Black, I call you beautifull black queens.
Your weight or skin tone don't matter, the smile on your face speaks fot itself;
You know that God gave you beauty, you are a product of his hands.
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Flammable and corrosive liquid also known as petroleum or black gold
We want to separate from you, the twenty first century will be green;
You make Earth a wicked place but is necessary to every household,
On every continent, you cause pollution, wars and corrupt human beings.
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You took my pulse, understood that I am dead,
Take time to weep, remove the rope that's on my neck.
This ink is my blood, my forearms' cuts will testify,
I left a razor with fingerprints of my suicide.
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From slaves to dubious entertainers, the condition of house Negroes has improved;
Their shackles are now made of platinum, gold and diamonds.
Money makes them sing and dance for their masters because it has remained the rule,
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Patrick Ochieng Adholla is a Kenyan conscious poet and a student at Daystar University.He is first and foremost a young African who cares about his continent and who would like to see a world without racial, religious or ethnic discrimination.)
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Beautifull Black Queens
From your lips to your hips, your anatomy is unique,
The colour of your skin is Black, I call you beautifull black queens.
Your weight or skin tone don't matter, the smile on your face speaks fot itself;
You know that God gave you beauty, you are a product of his hands.
You work hard to earn your living and make your family proud;
You do miracles in the kitchen or you are the one who provides.
You are few and not on sale, because you respect yourselves,
Your body is the temple of the Most High, money doesn't make you misbehave.
Beautifull black queen, you are sitting like a ruler on your throne,
Your crown is made of tribulations, achievements and gold;
This century is a hard one, materialistic pleasures are too easilly gained
In this men's world, you keep your head up when you are enduring the pain.
Young sister you might not yet be a black queen but you know that you are a princess,
You look around and see that your position in this society is not the best,
When you fall down, please wake up because you are meant to be a Queen,
You are the future, keep on overcoming and don't be weak.
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