We are a society at war with ourselves. To deny this is to be complicit and part of the problem. To be silent renders us impotent, unable and unwilling to solve this inexcusable character of the world. More than forty years of oppression and disenfranchisement of the African woman. Indeed the black woman have found a voice and defied all odds and mostly pertinent about her, is the skin colour which makes her beautiful beyond doubt. Black is beauty.
She is indeed a lovely testimony to the infinite artistic capabilities of nature.
One would look at her for hours on end imagining the skilful hand of nature running carefully through the deep grooves which form her eye sockets and imagine the skill invested in placing the eyes so deep into the skull and still avoid depriving them of the gift of sight and beauty. It is equally amazing how her jaws on which her teeth stand remain attached to her skull for a staggering period of years. She is indeed the African psyche of the modern era.
A black beauty she is. The sun smiled at her body and turned her skin into its own little chocolate factory.
Several shades of a dazzling dark complexion. It makes me wonder if all healthy bones are black because she is crowned with great physique .Dusk forgets his nature, it falls on her face with midnight gleaming round her.
She walks in beauty like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies and all that is best of dark and bright. Meet in her new aspect and her eyes thus mellowed to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies. On that cheek and over that brow, so soft, calm yet eloquent. The smiles that win, the tints that glow but tell of the good days in goodness spent .Especially when she laughs I swear the day goes dim.
A warrior, fighter, lover and a friend .She is a black beauty who believes in the power of sisterhood to uplift rather than to tear down, to encourage rather than discourage and to dream rather than to fight. A mind at peace with below a heart whose love is innocent. One who subscribes and practices thoughts and deeds which promote unity among people of colour.
The dark roots we come from, look deeply inside her. Society see her as equivocal , outspoken, strong and beautiful .It is all a rhythm to the African beats our bothers have played .There is more than that to me. She is an African beauty that raises my African ancestry. She is bilingual as she speaks to you from the tip of her tongue.
Subject to extreme abuse and oppression based upon inaccurate or faulty racist perception of inferiority by the oppressor as she is, the African woman remains vigilant and firm. She is a mother of civilisation, one from all lives come forth.
From the colour of her skin ,to the texture of her hair ,her strands ,breadth of her smile, stride of her gait, span of her arms ,glow of her skin .It cannot be denied ,it will not be contained for when l look into my mirror , my very soul cries out .So today l speak it loud unabashedly. Whether celebrated, imitated, exploited or denigrated whether natural from inside or skilfully applied .Her black is beautiful.
In loving memory of those women who have been victimized on the brink of a new unprecedented wave of systematic brutalization and racial injustices .Indeed black lives matter.