There is a woman living in Dakar named Yassin
Her heart very pure, is unknown to sins
She is the one I truly admire for her courage
Coz she's stronger than a thousand men her age
Her inner strength, her motivations keep her daily alive
Alone, with her own means, she taught herself how to survive...
There is a woman living in Bamako named Awa
She is more immaculate than a virgin flower
I don’t know what keeps her going every day
Stones and rocks are all she finds on her way
I don’t think that I know what she's made of
But one day, she will walk across the sea like a dove...
There is a woman living in Darfur named Fatima
She doest know how to wear a bra
She has lost all her sons in a war she doesn't understand
She labors sorrow, pain and tears in her unfertile land
For this life, she doesn't deserve, but she didn’t choose
She's waiting for the good Lord to pay her her dues...
Yassin, you are my true African queen
Awa, you are my true African queen
Fatima, you are my true African queen...
You are me and I am you
Life has been harsh on you
But I carry your pain in my soul
And in my heart, there is a hole...
Coz some day, one day, you will die being a hero
But in the book of life, your page will be a zero
No monuments, no schools will be built in your honor
Because your last name is not O'Connor
No prize or medal will be given to you
You'll be forgotten like a bee in a zoo...
And it hurts like a bullet on my chest
And it hurts like a bird killed in a nest
In my heart, you have a monument
In my soul, your life is an achievement...
When I grow up, I wanna be just like you
In the forest, I will be the strongest bamboo
African Queen, with my pen n these words, I honor you
You are my hero and with this poem I salute you...
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