She was young
Her stature beat that of the evening sun
Her beauty further reborn
And for the birds, she was their song
Her hair just made
The corn rows in line laid
Natural African she is
And her originality a lasting bliss
Cautious, culturally nurtured
Neat, gentle and placid
She is beautiful
Amazingly beautiful
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