African Beauty

Through her black radiant skin

shine the brilliant victories, the notorious wins,

of her ancestors figthing for peace and liberty

of these marvelous soldiers, a devoted army,

African beauty calls

and the mysterious windchill of Fall

prevails with a sense of authority

in order to stop all forms of tyranny.

These injustices set upon her beautiful,

these words uttered to defy her normal,

African beauty calls

and her courage expands through these walls,

suffocated, she is finally liberated,

with her majestic voice, she proudly celebrated

her freedom. No one can stop her now,

she became her natural state, she owns the crown,

African beauty calls,

and a sweet explosion of rage befalls

against all enemy, against all indecencies,

vengeance at last, the end of all discrepancies.

From history, you’ve doubted her.

From the present still, you’ve ignored her.

African beauty calls,

and an aromatic scent of intellect fills the air.

Her presence is felt, she played the ball

for everytime you’ve treated her unfair.

African beauty, delicate and joyous,

passionate and creatively innovative,

African beauty calls for the magnanimous,

African beauty calls for the dedicative.