Because She Loves

She sits, watching as her beauty is admired

She sits watching as her love is desired

She waits, for her curves to be caressed with passionate care

She holds her pride filled head up high, a sparkle in her glare

A mother to us all

Her children speak with a witty repartee

they see beauty in a different way

beauty, is of the breasts, the hands, the jutting behind

beauty; is not a state of mind

her nature glistens, radiance fills the air

her wind whispers, softly, gentle as a woman's care

She offers sweet kisses of sunrise, astonishing goodbyes of sunset

the bursting of colour creeps in, connecting to form a scene

transient moments roam around

waiting to be found

her ochre twisted hair

covers us all

we don't know it's there

an invisible object, shielding us from the storm

her moon shines bright

waiting for the lost soul to guide

her love, everlasting

seeping into the hearts of the unwanted child

comforting, listening

seducing the beats with her ever so persuasive charm

the rhythm in her hands, a dance she creates

the power to command.

Her troubles she hides

to be the best lair, she tries

but late at night

when darkness enjoys its freedom

she wonders, worrying if this may be her lasts

if her beauty will fade, if it will all be in her past

night after night

she tosses and turns

loathing sleep, morning she yearns

nightmares fill her thoughts

she aches, she bleeds

will she survive the horror,

will she survive the beasts

she sits, waiting for whistles of ecstasy

she sits, waiting for whispers of euphoria

she waits, for us to realize

she waits, hiding the pain in her eyes.

Cherie Kihato

Africa, this is for you.