Her Beauty Is To Black And Bold Poem by David Olusanya

Her beauty is so black and bold,
like your mother's cooking pot of old.
All her stories have been told,
except this one, I'm yet to unfold:

When you meet her in the cold,
and you both are sick with cold;
She would give her scarf of gold,
to keep you warm- a feat so bold.

Yet she was treated like a pit of trash,
and her treasury was raped and sold for cash.
Her walls came down in a crash,
and her countenance was brute and harsh.

After her searing tenure of slavery,
she came back and made me laugh and merry,
and every man would woo her to marry,
even those that stole her sweet treasury.

Now, my mother is still Brown and bold,
like our mother's cooking put of old.
All her children are as priceless as gold,
even the ones who would still want her sold.

David O. Olusanya