Her skin used to be her treasure
Before she got demoralized.
She shined not in meagre measure
When her beauty was idolized.
The glorified evil called "modernity",
Got the once innocent lady corrupted.
All I see is her nude image in a city,
Spreading like a volcano that's erupted!
Her heritage, dignity and innocence,
She forgets and hates to claim.
She encourages nudity with impudence,
While she bleaches her skin for fame.
Go! Bring her back on track,
And tell her that black don't crack!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ozovehe, such a touching poem👍👍👍