The African Woman Poem by ANTHONY ANIGBATA

THE AFRICAN WOMAN

blessed are you men amongst these women
who are bestowed gaily looks like gold
endowed in any way seen;
treasures on earth from Heaven's stool.

our African women are the real Ranis
blessed with everything nature can offer
these gifts are rare in this hopped world
glinting even when sighted from afar

structures like the perfect curve of eight,
backsides as big as the world
breasts standing firmly like two mountains
skin blown, but gleaming like diamonds
still stunnin and curvy even when she's old.

oh our African women,
empresses whose looks always impress,
whose kitchen bring healthy delicacies
which are pleasure our taste buds.
lucky are you man, lucky are you man
If one of them you hold.
her brain is bright, she's not a bimbo.
she walks like an ostrich;
her afro-hair spread out like the clouds
her smile, could melt hearts like magma
her magestic glow makes eyes to stare

the African woman is the definition of pretty
creatures God took time to carve
charming to the last bone and flesh
negress you won't regret to know
trained to be best mothers and wife.

O our African women, have you seen one before
angels walking elegantly on the earth's surface;
adore each feet and her elfin face
not blown by the fallacious art of make-ups.
oh our African women
our Africa ladies are beautiful
lionesses of the green bask hills
endowed with contour others envy
you know nothing of a woman. No, you don't.
until you have seen, a real African woman