NUBIAN QUEENS

This is for the off springs
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