African Woman: Bélle

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Born in pitch black night, surrounded she was with midwives
A bundle of joy she brought, protection she got sharper than knives
Mother gave the name a thought, father went for honey from the hives
Belle she was, an African Woman

Mama….mama she called, two years now she’s talking
Young and beautiful they said, even though she is still crawling
Her future was already blessed, a queen she was becoming
Belle she was, an African Woman

Shining like the morning star, she lit the morning sky with beauty
Hot and sizzling black like tar, the morning dew melted in pretty
She had already killed all the men in the bar, I love you to her was petty
Belle she was, an African Woman

Educated and bright she was, 18 years now its worse
Everything now she has, but still chasing 21 with a horse
X-rated was she by the mass, she already passed the course
Belle she was, an African Woman

Beauty told her to worry no less, bewitched was she with African jit
Success followed her like mass, in life she had won it
To get her you had to play chess, all odds she bit
Belle she was, an African Woman.
          ❤❤washydianah❤❤

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