A woman made from the shades of the night sky mixed with the shades of sunset who shines brighter than the sun at day and the moon at night.
An African woman.
Her skin a blend of the finest cocoa and butter and a mix of brown sugar and golden honey and caramel and coffee and gold, everything sweet and attractive.
To call her a queen puts her to the equal of men, she is not.
She’s a King, the representation of the Trinity because God is love and when an African woman loves, only God’s love can rival that.
Your attributes come close to that of Allah’s O African woman.
Her beauty is so out of this universe that in the 1800s even slave masters preferred them to their wives.
The love of an African woman glorifies her man and brings blessings upon blessings but to let her teardrop, your life would be full of despair.
An African woman is the model of hard work, the face of mothers worldwide.
An African woman’s wrath is something you would never like to experience.
An African woman is the sweetest poetry composed by a Poet like no other and the best painting made by an all creative Artist unlike any other.
The smile of an African woman is a glimpse of heaven, the blinding light that reminds you of opening your eyes after sleep on a bright and sunny weekend.
Each African woman is an amazing story that brings the promises of hope, achievement, self-actualization, happiness, excitement and a cocktail of action, comedy, tragedy, and romance.
I love African women.