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Enowaa AkuaSorry for the troubles I gave you When I was a baby: Vomiting into your new dresses and Ceaselessly spitting into your happy faceSorry for the uncontrolled slapsWhen you showed me natural love by Kissing my face.Sorry for the sleepless nights;Crying for reasons you had to guess And snatching you from papa when he Needed you mostSorry for the heart-pinching bites when you Satisfied my soul with the best milkSorry for the heart-pounding childhood traps;They were too witty to come from a little Innocent boyThank you for the self-contained belly shelter Without rent: You paid with waist pains and spat everywhereTo keep my room cleanIt was a laborious first timeThank you for the reflex careWhen you ran, jumped, tripped and fellTo restore the black in my eyeI always play back the day I fell into the river, When you jumped after me without thinking;You risked it all when you had never even Tried a basinAkua Ataa AhoↃf? An African woman with the Potter's charm - You smoothened and straightened, You wouldn't spare the rod to spoil a manThank you for clearing the path to Sunday schoolI still remember the songs about Jesus and the twelveWe do love you to carrying you in a palanquin for Seven full yearsSinging you age-healing mummabies on Apollo's lyre. We pray to God to save for you a seat in His homeYour place in our hearts is a growing empireOur love for you taught our blood to flowWe still withdraw from the savings of the raisingWe love you, Mama.April 28, 2000The Black WomanThe black woman is a precious stoneHer feet touch the earth to make it glow: She is powerShe is creativeShe is the architect of her nations.Her teeth are ivoryHer breasts raise giantsHer beads break boundariesShe is the world's best: The black woman. Black Woman She is the star of the nightSwinging a million shapes in the cloudsHer glow is the dark brightness of her realms, Attracting tourists like ants to sugar cubes.All eyes see her elegance and charmBlack woman, black woman;Beautiful black woman, precious than onyxWill your beauty ever be matched?Treat That Woman RightTreat that woman right: The legs that bore The breasts that fedThe lips that sangThe vault that saved all the nationsBefore maturity and withdrawalsWhen the stronger depositors walked free.The head that protectsThe heart that sharesThe hand that soothesThe soil that receives the seedsAnd multiplies them for allBut still lays the brick.Brave men do great deeds: Treat that woman right to take your crownReal men take bullets on the chestTreat that woman right to take your throneForests do not visit huntersTreat that woman right to save the world.Februar
