My African mother…
she is like no other, often she is single
yet manages to instill
so you keep it real .
You grow into a a strong palm,
from them slaps of that forearm.
she’ll keep you from most harm,
and when the times are cold out
you don’t slow down,
you remember how mama made it
and you don’t fall down.
A queen she is, and I am blessed to be her kid,
Afrikan Mama, Ngiyakuthanda...
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