She is a goddess.
With the smoothest cocoa skin and eyes that sparkle
like the Sun at its zenith.
Her crown aglow with the glory of her pride and the powerful
stride in her feet.
Mesmerizing is the tantalizing motion of her hips
as it envelops her audience in an ocean of emotion.
Carrying a heart that yearns to fuse her numbered days with the
infinite love of another.
Who would put her life on the front line for the
fruit she bore to see the fruits of her labor.
Who's felt the earth beneath her soaked with
the blood of her people at the hand of the enemy.
She is my history.
She is my ancestry.
She is my beloved West Africa.
And I am of her many, many children.
... And I am of her.