She is an African Queen,
Her mind stays sharp and keen,

Her head is always held erect and high,
Far enough to reach the sky.

Her arms spread over her country with much grace,
Touching lives and the human race.

When she dances people start to stare and
She meets their eye with a penetrating glare.

Her presence is surrounded by beauty and style,
That can be seen from the distance of a mile.

When she uplifts her powerful voice,
All crowds stood to rejoice.

Her skin is of a golden honey.
She cries for it more than riches or money.

Many wonder why she is so unique,
It could be her charm, wit, or even her physique.

She searches for protection, respect, and love,
Maybe it will be sent from heaven above.

She is an African Queen.