My colour
Behold my stunning colour,
It define the universe and my culture,
Take a glance at the fascinating styles of my hair,
I bet you will trip severally before you come near,
You ever wonder why my eyes are so clear?
All white on black is a thing you can't dare
I won't complain, feel free to stare.
My colour of soil gives food to men,
We hope black roll over our sin,
We are unique, we've always
been
Many hover in the air,
For the secret of my beauty they wish to lear,
This they can't know, they might need a seer,
For my nature is beyond ordinary eye.
You ever behold an African
woman?
Ever watch her full grown curve?
You see her beautiful teeth in it throne?
Oh! You are blessed for life.
It is a joy to run one's hand on her back,
It is always fresh and unique,
Alas, they are as precious as gold.
Cloud give it sign before it pours it blessings,
My colour is a blessing to the world,
We are grateful to our ancestors,
Many Nation bear our seed,
We are a pearl that stands out,
African women are the most beautiful in the world.
©Yusuf Muyibat Avosuahi
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