Core
The mother of your mother
her mothers mother land
STRENGTH
there's no end to her reign
beauty
unmatched by the heavens
created in his image
afro picks
thick lips
soft hips
traced with your finger tips
envied by many
her walk
talk
mind
her BEING
outspoken
the giver of life
in darkness she is LIGHT
she is strong
with the weight of the world
on her shoulders
she keeps going
she is the rainbow at the end of the storm
that shoulder to cry on
she is hope
she is POWER
the originator
innovator
she is the beginning
like Eve eating an apple from the tree
she is you
she is me
Die Swart Vrou
The Black Woman
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