African Queen

African Queen, dear African Queen My African Queen be not afraid, there's a goddess in you that likes to be free.
A goddess that's a butterfly, afraid to come out of this cocoon.
Come out of The Big Smoke and fly.
Out of the enslaved imprisonment African American lifestyle that hates your skin complexion.
Don't want to face your problems alone.
Somebody help you.
The role models on TV, we idolise our heroes wanting to to be like them.
Hating yourselves first, forget yourself lost in a conformity ocean.
Ladies, sisters, mothers I understand it's not easy being Black.
Not easy fitting in.
They called us every derogatory name you can think of.
Big nose, big lips, Negro, big bum, dirty, filthy, nigger.
So we cover ourselves, pretending life is White.
Pretending we're a different identity to mainstream society.
Perpetuated by ideologies of White Supremacy.
But no matter how much we want to hide, the skin remains the same.
So you go ahead and drown yourselves in materialism.
Stamp for self gratification.
Want all the finer things in life.
Wanting to be glamorous like Kim Kardashian.
An actress like Kerry Washington.
And so the Pound and the Dollar becomes your master.
There's a beauty spell moulding gifts of goodnight sleeps in your perfect eyes that stand out.
There is dear Africa in the pigment of your skin, oil lotion smells of purified coco butter.
Palm trees have been the definition of Mother Africa who resides in you.
Tells you, you are beautiful in God's image.

So why indulge yourself as Cinderella, and I'm the prince who came to save my sleeping beauty?
But you carry that self hate within you as a heavy luggage.
Bleach your skin like you was Caucasian.
It's like the Brown skin of India Arie never existed.
Like it's a curse, it's dirty and you wished for a lighter skin of the sands in beaches.
How can you say Black is a curse of our race, how can you say it's the mud of poverty?
If chocolate is sweet and brown, would it be that dirty if I took a bite of Cabury's?
If hot chocolate is powdered sweet, sexy, tender and can warm the lightness under quilt covers, is it poison to drink it?
For I have seen the beauty within the skin no man can get close to.
Not blinded by America's Top Models that made you, or the kind that rely's on Maybelline, Loreal mascaras.

Look at the mirror, what do you see before you crucify the pigment of your skin?
Tell me...what do you see that lies in front of your gloom face?
The queen hidden inside you.
The princess many people forged inside your low self esteem to believe you are beautiful, you are beautiful on the outside.
But what about the inside that is African?
The Ghana of Gold Coast, the Nigerian spirit connected like a cousin who is dark as you are.
It's natural to look this way with your fellow ancestors.
The African queen resides in your forgotten skin of identity, the identity of knowledge itself.
Know who are before you become lost in a conformist society.
I am too a Black man, finding himself, knowing himself wants you know you too.
Not for the sexual desires lusting in my head of Candice Nicole.
No the woman of Negress Mother Africa planted like bananas, plantations, pineapples, coconuts of fresh water blessings the coloured side of you.

African queen will rejoice in you of praised goddess of beauty, not lust of hips that curves the hourglass.
Listen to U-God's Black Shampoo, be in tune to coco beans made to purify the broken skin of our time.
500 years of racism has got you fucked up in the head.
The forgotten traits I am an African of this continent land, not an African American or a Black British.
In the names of Abena, Aboyo, Abungu, Achieng, Amaka, Chioma, Cleopatra, Efua, Eshe, Ife, Manyara, Lungile, Makena, Neo, Nia, Nyarai, Olamide and Olufunmilola.
Your name does not reside the compounds of Sara, Victoria, Rachel, Lisa, Lucy, Amy, Emma, Natasha, Elizabeth, Paula, Britney, Heather or Melanie.
African queen I wed thee in the name of the Father Son and the holy  spirit, God has blessed you to be unique in complexion.
Stay true to  yourself, love yourself will empower your character.
Mother Earth made us different, we are the Adam and Eve that met on the garden of Eden.
The kings and queens that walked the Earth.
And Pharaohs sun of god, Venus of love.
Let's spread love to our next future born, for they not live in self hate but of righteousness can prosper pride in African skin.
So they all may swim a thousand oceans to see greater things.
African queen my woman will be the death of me.
You claim yourself strong Black woman, and denying your roots you claim yourself unworthy.
African queen, you are not the Catherine Zeta-Jones, you are the Tyra Banks empowering women, the Halle Berry, the Gabrielle Union, sing like Jennifer Hudson, play piano like Alicia Keys, Ashanti.
African queen, uplift your self-esteem and breathe easy.
Release your feminine energy, cos without a soul of an angel you can never fly free.
Don't be afraid to spread those wings, don't be afraid to walk tall and proud.
So go ahead African queen, make Africa proud.