African Cocoa Butter Poem by Milova Matthias

My queen is proper African!
Made of cocoa oil and Shea butter
She is the pride of such compelling western saga
Striding with the unbeatable fashion of African swagger
She is the produce of excitement wherever hatred looms
The inner strength of ten thousand crescent moons
My iwalewa is the taste of herbs on the buds of the sick
The smooth mixture of Parsley, Mint and Dongoyaro
That gives health in death though the taste may reek
Flourishing like African palm trees, the Cocoa and the Iroko
She is the kolanut in the mouth of the ones that ever lived
The bitter kolanut that is said to give long life when eaten
My queen is proudly a cornucopia of African cocoa butter
Made of velvety texture and fluffy pleasant fragrance
She is the love flower, that spreads out her arms
Dancing and sprouting sweet darling buds
The dark eyed mistress with blue blood charms
of sweet honeyed songs that soothes her 'loved
Her name carved in gold shall the whole world rehearse
And wise men over her beaut like I, doth distill their verse.
I shall dance for Sidi naked in the market square
Letting my back if needed, be flogged on my bare
For she births her young from her ever milky breast
Her lullaby is like the taste of honey on sour buds
That cuddles her bundle of joy to lay on her chest
Her highness cooks her meal in an African clay pot
Where crabs and Toads plan their coup and cast lots
Kneeling her knees by her lord as he eats his darling's soup
To offer him comfort lest their be some bones to scoop
So then it is done, that my queen is proper African
For she is made of cocoa oil and Cocoa butter.