The Beauty of an African Woman
Dark and lovely your beauty sprout
Like yam tendrils ready for planting
So black bright a beauty within and without
Making the learned lost in thinking
Your blackness like Africa, a pride and symbol of greatness
Like the Iroko tree you stand tall amongst nature's landscape
Giving strength to everyman in weakness
Beautifully adorned like the valiant in actions
Impeccable are thou yet not complete
Your fullness lies in union with a man
To plant in thee more beauty and seed
Black and beautiful she's named Ann
Who deserves thee but a man most truest in his ways
Who is he except him that loves thee always?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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