Woman of our land
Mother of our children
Comforter of the depressed
A woman of no other form
She's the African woman
Beauty comes from the structure of her bone,
Than from the padding of fat
Eyes set apart she looks through so mild
Her teeth white with a bewitching gap
She's the African woman
Her breast full and heavy
Her hips wide and seductively curved
Her skin dark that light penetrate not
Her neck fit to inspire praise songs
She's the African woman
A prolific heart robber
The most elegant work of art
A home keeper and nation builder
You care for children an men too
She's the African woman
So tender, kind and endurable
You're the symbol of motherhood
You're the shattered backbone of Africa
You're destined for greatness
She's the African woman
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