I was born in Utopia,
graced with the body of a Goddess and the image of a Queen.
With arms toned stretching long enough to reach all continents
and a few planets in between.
I have a belly full for reproduction;
my legs are long and lean.
My skin is smooth and gold as a Nigerian Sun,
My eyes are as brown as a cocoa bean.
I take summer holidays on the Nile, Isis brings me
Beautifully well endowed men to feast on, I am content.
By the end of summer I would spit out babies,
Continuing to build a strong black universe.
My babies will grow up to be fruitful and multiply
in great numbers. Our blackness will forever grow
On my lazy nights I would sit in the woods and paint the sky with clouds.
You may know it as the northern lights or the aurora boreal.
Sometimes I would whisper sweet wisdom in our newborn babies ears,
I know that it makes you wonder
why are they grinning so hard when they've just arrived here.
On Sunday mornings I would sing an aria with the cherubs,
our beautiful voices chimed for all it was worth.
Once I sold the sun to the planet Urantia;
most know it by the name Earth.
On cool nights I would dance across the Moon
riding on the tail of a shooting star;
Waving at Cancri, Pollux, Castor,and not to forget the Quasar.
I would walk the path of the Sahara Desert leaving
all men in awe of my Nubian beauty;
Dark & mysterious, beautifully sculptured,
They can not help but notice me.
I was born in Utopia.