I'm not one of those pretty decorative sistas
My beauty takes you back to the motherland
As you lose yourself in the coils of my hair
The depth of my eyes
My nose is prominent in my face
Sniffing out the dangers in strangers
And warning them with my eyes
That though we are far from Africa ,
the truth in me is like a spear in my hand
And I can, and will, defend
My lips are full
Full of kindness and wise words
And prayers for your soul
My shoulders are square and strong
Bearing burdens and carrying your cares
My arms lift my prayers and my sorrows, and they praise
They praise God for His mercy and His goodness
For letting me in when I should have been shut out
For sheltering myself from myself
So I could shelter you
©AfroTee
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