​She wasn’t chocolate dipped in gold

She was gold, dipped in chocolate. 

Forged in the hottest part of the world, made to endure pains.

Hard enough to withstand anything but just as soft on the inside. 

Pure gold dipped in chocolate embroidered with elegance, grace and a crown that sits perfectly on her head.

She’s a queen.

Such sweetness and beauty that don’t fade even in trepidation. 

Even the labour and suffering doesn’t take the smile from her face. 

She emerges smiling and standing tall.

She’s a queen.

She’s judged because her skin is different 

Her hair different, her face different. 

But she shows them off in style and flaunts her God given beauty 

She makes the world jealous for she’s a queen

She’s a black woman.


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