My momma was an Afrikan woman,
My wife is an Afrikan woman,
My grandmother was a Afrikan woman,
My sisters are Afrikan women,
My nieces are Afrikan women,
Is it a wonder why I don’t love Afrikan women?
Can you understand why I don’t, won’t call an Afrikan woman a “ho?”
Do you see why I don’t, won’t call an Afrikan woman a Bitch?
I spent nine months in the womb of an Afrikan woman, in the warmth of her bosom,
When I cried, it was an Afrikan woman that comforted me.
When I got lost, it was an Afrikan woman who found me and brought me home.
Can you understand why I don’t, won’t physically abuse an Afrikan woman?
Do you see why I don’t, won’t verbally abuse an Afrikan woman?
An Afrikan woman gave birth to our only begotten child,
This same Afrikan woman has been my matrimonial partner for 41 years.
This same Afikan woman has been my parenting partner for 32 years.
It is Afrikan woman, who when I lacked confidence, gave me support.
Can you understand why I don’t, won’t speak ill of Afrikan women?
Do you see why I don’t, won’t put others before Afrikan women?
In my older years, it is Afrikan women, some old, some young, who give me inspiration , motivation,
It is Afrikan women who never gave up on me.
It is Afrikan women who cause me to not – want to die.
And Oh yes, let me not forget the awesome beauty of the Afrikan woman.
The Afrikan woman, wherever she might be, is Ebony Black, to Ivory White and all in between.
She may be 4’8 to 6’8. She may be 98 pounds to 298.
Her voice is soft or loud, but always melodic, rhythmic, musical.
I am thankful to God for allowing me to be the product of a son and daughter of Afrika….
July 13, 1956 is the wedding date of Kwame McDonald and Mary Palmer.
Kwame JC McDonald, 11/20/97, all rights reserved.