Natural
Draped in the finest silk cloth she trots with confidence
Skin flawless like a polished diamond is evidence
 She tempers not with the likeness of cosmetics
Hair so rich like the bushy forests of Africa
Her pride is within her Fro inheritance from her ancestors
Beautiful are her eyes which know no pain
Innocent is her smile true love’s her middle name
Sweet are her words like the fruits from her native lands
Entrancing those whose ears they fall upon
As she sings and dances to the rhythm
Of Mother Nature’s drum-atic heart beat
Intimidating authentic sister is
To the Brazilian Peruvian & Indian weaver wearers
She needs no raison d'être
For she knows herself worth
Not to lead a rakish life of artificialness to impress
True testament of what being a real woman is

Bandile Ceo Masina (@Ozmic_B)

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