Sunday, 16 October 2011

My black African Woman

While busy blogging  I find this piece I hope u like it.

I want to fall in love with my black African Woman
I m a black African woman, my own kind
A queen who knows what my desires are
Cos I desire her too
Battered she may be grounded she stands with me
I am battered, too  we dont speak about it
For we cant change the past, nor can we change our culture
I  want to fall in love with my chocolate skinned dark woman
Ans remember to lick her skin every time I celebrate her.
I wonna fall in love with my black African woman
And angel who celebrates with me with a tinned fish and bread
And we down it with Coca Cola
To her a bottle of wine is unheard of
I wonna fallin love with her
Her hands can make fire
I hv felt her fire
I wonna fall in love with my African woman
And walk a mile with her
With her breath and birds, my music
I wonna fall in love with my Black African queen
Dressed in Kanga or Saronga but nothing underneath it
So that she is closer to me when I need her
I wonna fall in love with my African Black woman
To her the queen size bed is as big as the veld its self
I wil caress her, roll down the hills
In love and in a moment
I wonna fall in love with her
And say it  over again that I love her, and I love her so

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