Of Imani and Nandi
I see magic in every swing
Of their beguiling hips
The grandeur of the sun
Is made manifest by their brown skin
Protein dwell
In the fullness of their lips
Do they know from whence they came?
And over dynasties and kingdoms
Their mothers once reigned
And drank of king Solomon's wisdom
Tell them to ask Sheba
About Makeba
They should enquire from Timbuktu
About Askia
They are
Nubian queens,
The well that sprung
Warriors and kings
They grew
From the same evergreen tree
As Hatshepsu, Tiye
And Nefertiti
Roses, they are
Whether in the Rift Valley lows
Or in the highs
Of kilimanjaro
Whether in the fields
Of the savannah
Or the concrete streets
Of the sahara
Nubian queens, they are
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