Her dark skin shines through through the sun and reflects like a diamond She's like a pale sweet nut made from the tree of almond Strength and pride are qualities with which she absconds Man made her her weak, nature made her powers beyond Because her love could fill an empty street It makes the rose flower have a feeling of bitter sweet Albeit, she's a bank of secrets, so discreet But always not lacking in discrete Her heart is a repository for love and affection To her family and dear ones, she's a mother of many nations You can't drag her away from from her loyal companion The trees jubilate in the wind for her societal contribution I do have happy sad feelings Each time I see flowers weep for her beauty that is intimidating Which shines like the sun through raining Oh nature! have you imagined the world without the African Woman shining? By Princewill Daokorite.