You ****** out the nectar I gathered for years
And now that my sweet scent is gone
You found another flower

Your lips are like poison
Yet I pull you closer
Blackening my soul in the process

I was lucky enough to capture the sun in my hands
But as it's light seeped through my fingers

Only then did they complain it was too bright
Because I held it
But I refused to let it go
So they beat me

Until my sun kissed skin was a map of bruises
That led to the sun still in my hands

African woman,
It always seems as though you were defeated from the day you were born

As though you were born silent
Born with weaker bones
Born with weaker souls

But they lied.
You have not been defeated my Queens
Your voice echoes through your kingdoms
Your bones are firm and do not waver when they sink into the soil
And your souls, how vibrant they are
And how blinding they can be

Oh African girl
African woman,
You are more than the stars between your legs

Oh African girl
African woman,
You are more than moons that lay atop your chests

African girl
African woman,
Oh won't you believe me?
When I tell you that those curves are not all that makes you?

That your broad or small hips are not what writes your story
Oh African girl
African woman,
Carry a pen or take your finger and write your story

His hands were to be strong enough to carry us both
But how bruised and battered were his hands
How broken were his fingers
And where were his nails?

But he was told he needed to be stronger,  
To carry me even when his hands were broken
But they forgot I could walk
And I could lift him with me

He was wild and feral
But in love was I

With his golden hair and glistening eyes

His sharp teeth and claws feared me not

But his untamed heart did