An African Woman Unfolds Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Sweet and dark,
with the taste of honeyed dates;
emerald eyes, full lips,
strong and lusty hips;
warm to the touch,
yet on fire deep inside;
smiles out for each morning,
as our son-sun-sol arises;
She walks each morning,
so beautifully tall and proud;
down to wash and bathe,
in the Congo's clear, sweet waters;
above her is our village,
up over the ridge is our road access;
the vast veldt which separates,
our world, from that world we all dread;
you know, the world exported forcefully,
onto our country, our people;
by corporate America...those demons; ,
such filth, curse them;
make them burn in their souls, such devils,
and here in our world;
'they' are no longer lords,
and no longer welcome;
and 'we' are no persons slaves!
for our time is, and will always be,
as is the cooking pot;
at the center of our village,
careful now, the stones are red hot!
and this wondrous, unfolding,
African woman is mine,
how she shines,
and accepts her life,
in our divinely given love!