A baby born
into a world of light,
darker than them
who beheld her face.
Revered for her lack of beauty,
Destroyed for her lack of light.

Through toil & pain,
Heartache & rain,
Still no disdain
Was shown towards her oppressors.
Often her tears
Were akin to the Amazonian rivers,
Forever flowing,
But deep in the jungles of her heart.

As a caterpillar has beauty,
seen only by those who know it;
Her beauty lay within,
seen by only those who see past her skin.

So she must lay in her cocoon,
For as a flower she must bloom.

Time,
a machine
of death,
of life,
of beauty.
Uncontrollable,
Unfathomable.

When she comes around
A butterfly comes forth,
The beauty within
Is revealed to the world.

Black silk;
Once seen to be ugly,
Formed from cocoons
Reveal it's true wonder,
Beautiful Africa.