BLACK BEAUTY
Let not the earth breath nor the mounts reach their peak
Let not the heart beat that no mouth may speak
Let all art be still and no acts proceed
Let all hats bear the seal that no heart should recede
What my soul feels my mouth cannot speak
What fills my soul, my mind cannot pick
Why must my tears reach this peak?
I sorrow deep down my marrow,
For in this line we follow,
Our tomorrow may be in sorrow.
Our gory eyes tell a sorry story and our worried heart is embalmed in fury over our worrying story. Our flag should wear a tear for our women remain in tears. Our tongue shall sing no songs and the throng shall beat the dirge gongs for our green has turned red and our grin has gone dead.
Who’s eye can behold and which mind can hold this blow?
Let the cry go out slow and let the tears slowly flow.
Let the fires burn low and the lights lose their glow.
Let no one go to sow and no boat go out to row.
A vessel of pride has become an object of ridicule.
Arise true BEAUTY of Africa; lift up the pride of the African woman. For how long will this bell of wrong be rung? For how long will our lungs be filled with the air of fury? We must hallow our spirit of black beauty. Let us rewrite the scripts we want the world to read. Let us sing of our strong impact, Let us write of our uniqueness and let us raise the flags of our glory. I choose this day to write of our beauty, of our strength and of our greatness, so that tomorrow it will be all that the world will have to read about us. It will be all that the world will know to respect us.
Behold! African beauty, Hear the epic tone of ancient eulogy as the epitome of ageless femininity stride upon the rivers of beauty. Hear the voice of silence sigh at the sight of her style and at the salient poise of her stride even silence had to smile.
Look as the highlands bow at the presence of her glory and the islands rise at the present of her story. The sea wave at the description of her beauty and the ocean pave way at the prescription of her duty.
Hmm…Adulewa (Black beauty), at the express of your oral mystery even nature’s empress loose her aura mystique. Many cool dudes drown at the pool of your wiles and only a fool will not feel the pull of your smiles.
Black beauty, your eyelids are a pointer of how nature’s eye leads and each time nature’s eye meet thy eyes, its ice has to melt. Thy ample bosom is a symbol of humble blossom. In the court of your blissful boom the earth reach a peaceful bloom.
Adulewa, Made of black, mother of all colors. We are different by design, a referent ensign of timeless beauty.