THE TYPICAL AFRICAN WOMAN

Epitome of beauty!
Hardwork is her middle name,
And forgiveness is her last name.
She hides a lot of hurt and tears beneath
that contagious smile,
Her heart is made of gold,
She is her husband's backbone and confidant,
She'll wear rag to put a royal robe on her children.
After the day's tedious hustle,
She rushes home to be a cook for her family,
And still run night shift(as a typical wife).
"Mama, mama, mama" they call from all angles.
Of course she has to respond.
She's tired and weak but can't complain.
But most of all, she carries so much authority,
Yet so humble.
Her prayers go a long way, far into the future.
Her words carry so much weight.
When she says "Don't go!" don't try to
Cos if you do, you might not come back
And if you do, you might lose your legs.
When she says "Go" dance along as you do
Cos you will come back with full hands and smiles.
She is an African woman because that is who she is.