Bound by the
curse of Eve
I am woman
Beautiful,
black, sun tanned
The one whose
skin would not respond to no skin lightening cream
Beyond these
black spots and patches on my face
Is a
representation of Africa’s forgotten race
My heart beats
at an African drum pace
As I embrace
The earth; the
seed of my birth
My heart beats
with an African bongo rhythm
Echoing sounds
of ancient mysticism
That lies hidden
deep within the belly of the garden of Eden
My blackness
deeply rooted within this soil
The very
existence of my womanhood
The soil upon
which Nehanda stood
As her
sacrificial blood streamed deep into the veins of
Earth’s life
giving artery
Nehanda forever
shall stay part of me
Hell; I am
Nehanda Nyakasikana in disguise
Within my blackness
and femininity is where my strength lies
Black and
feminine I am woman
Not just a
woman, I am Africa; the womb of Eve
I am the womb
I am Eve
Mother of life;
mother of all that live
Within my womb I
came to conceive
The son; the
man; the seed; the world
My sons come
forth and discover the tunnels and voyages
of my femininity
Rediscover my
ever bleeding wounds and let them nourish earth fertility
Let my menstrual
flow flood your rivers and oceans
Take a sip of
this potion
Rejuvenate your
spirit of black consciousness
That lies on the
verge of erosion
Navigate my seas
and discover the roots of your true origin
that only can be
traced back into the womb of a woman
my daughters and
sons
come forth and receive the poetic baptism
of my immortal mysticism
suckle from the breast of my
infinite wisdom
For I am the word
She, the ‘WO’ who came before the
birth of the ‘MAN’
A woman is what I am and Africa
is who I am
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