African Goddess (Poem)

This one is for my African Queens. The ones who value themselves, and the ones who don't stop trying, the ones who drink from the fountain of wisdom so are never controlled by thirst. The ones who figure out how to get things for themselves before trying to craft plans that involve manipulating men to get things for them. The Feminist, The Goddess.

Enjoy .

Have you seen her? Natural hair, she doesn't care about what you think but loves it when you notice the glory that is her beauty the  halo resting on top of  her dreadlocks, heaven created a goddess to be a reflection of its streets of gold and in these streets she walks, high heels high morals and even higher goals,the  swing in her hips matches the cha cha on her bun buns, the jive in her bossom in synch with the walse in her step, graceful and intelligent won't twerk to stay relevant, perfect  grammar cuddles her tongue so her speech is eloquent, her self respect evident, whenever they approach wearing moral decay in  gti's or converses conversing about  poetry or money hoping she grabs onto the mirage, art or pinotage but she can't be seduced by words or bank balances, because her standard is a good heart and a beautiful mind so she pays them no mind when they pay attention-, that's profit,,her inner self forever looking better than her outfit, she values herself so no man can define what her worth is , always believed that even though fucking is fun waiting for love is worth it, if its easy to  get you in bed its hard to care about your heart without having to fake it,so they had better show her love first before she let's them make it, never  listening to lies and cover ups she loves the truth when it's naked,, A goddess a queen a lover a leader, look  in the mirror and reflect often enough and I bet you'll  see her.