Black woman,
they demoted your dignity.
You felt frail ’cause you saw hollow in mirrors.
God felt no shame about this mansion creation,
but art drowned in his mind of fashion.
With no dough you’re just a beautiful dimension.
No day passed without you living death.
Your skin claims no skills,
it revives the colour of Africa,
the beautiful sensation of humanity.

Black woman,
they demoted your dignity.
Shine with the colour of gold.
Your skin needs no blades,
it’s your soul that needs therapy.