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When she smiles, the earth holds its breath
Then it let loose, an accommodating air to her welcoming body
Her shinny dark skin, never cease to take the eyes abreast
Her glowing, wet lips always had the mouth salivate,
Even at a slight thought of her presence
Her walk, of a princess when she grinds
Had lots of hearts run like a stopwatch time
Whenever she come across my street, everybody tries to get a glimpse of her behind
Even I don't mind,
And not even the old ages are left behind
And whenever my neighbor's kid ran towards the market square, I know it's onome again
She is the king of all queens
She is melanin power
She is the talking beauty
She is Africa...
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😊 😃 🌹 😊
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This is to every woman out there.
Every black and proud woman.
And this is to African men and Africa at large.
And to mami kay❤️🚀
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PoetryWhat are you Made About? This piece is made about black, Made about life, Made about love, Made about lost, Made about lust, Made about hopes, Made about poetry. Online published poetry.
