QUEEN OF THE DARKNESS BY: F.A. BAALADONG (THE VILLAGE POET)

There comes my Queen,

From a little dark corner,

Unseen by the universe

That beauty hides in darkness

Engulfed by sweet African fragrance.

There comes my Majesty,

From the continent once called darkness,

Dressed in her African regalia,

Her robes magnificently sweep the ground,

As men bow in reverence.

There comes my royal Crown,

The shining coal of the darkness,

Quiet as a sacrificial lamb,

With soothing smiles that heal wounds,

And hands softer than fur,

Shiny black hair on a dark body.

There comes my cutest Queen,

Hanging from her elongated earlobes,

The most expensive African jewellery,

Sweeter than real cinnamon,

An epitome of the African woman,

The true envy of many somewhere.

There comes my sleek Queen,

With her thick, free-falling lips,

Heavy and dilated eyes,

Dark, thick, and unique indeed

That is my Queen from nowhere

But Mother Africa

Note: This poem is dedicated to all the beautiful African women, especially, my beautiful wife( Marian Battle)