| I Am Every African Woman
(for all black sisters)
I appear before you
Black and proud
And watch with satisfaction
The play of emotions on your face.
I walk towards you
Graceful and serene
And with womanly pride
See the swell in your trousers.
I stretch forth my hand
In the rhythm of love
And with a mischievous smile,
Touch your unsteady nerves.
I stand before you
I, woman, African woman
In all my glory displayed
Yet… yet you call me wanton.
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