THE BIRTH OF A WOMAN

She wanted to be a ship,

So she could set sail to beautiful and exotics places.

But as the ocean, he sent turbulent waves

To drown her very thoughts of indignation

So she tried to be a bird,

So her wings could fly her

Anywhere she pleased.

But as the sky, he made hurricanes

And gusty winds that kept her confined,

He wouldn’t let her be free

So she yearned to be a fire,

So she could burn away all her troubles in life.

And when she finally burst into a mere spark,

As a rainstorm, he crushed her,

And once again,

Let her in the dark.

This went on for quite some time,

Then she decided she could be no more.

And finally,

He learned to care for her,

Nurture her,

Nourish her,

Then love her,

Until finally,

She began to grow.

And she grew.

She grew to be strong,

Self-esteemed,

And a very beautiful Woman

A woman of great pride,

So terrific to behold,

A woman of the black race,

Mother of many great men

Both the dead and the unborn

Oh!!! Mother Africa