Skin brown
Eyes round
Walk like a cat
Back strong
Skin with a pharaoh’s tone
Hair thick
Nubian queen she must be
Standing tall and proud likes an old southern tree
Weathering life’s storms
As the waves of trouble beat against the soul
Her heart a treasure
Locked in a keyless chest
Carrying secrets before time grew old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and sweet with a nice point to ponder!