AFRICAN QUEEN

I once had a dream

Of an African Queen

On my knees

She would look down on me

The color in her eyes were strong

The brown color of her skin

Would reflect the warmth of the sun

Her garments

Had the strong colors

Of her land

With her hand

She would touch my head

As I look into her face

I see the beginning of every race

Feeling the urge to kiss her face

Wanting to be her servant

Loving her goodness

As a queen she is blessed

Out of respect

I kissed the feet of an African Queen

Thinking of what I can say

To explain

Why most of her family

Has gone away

Denouncing

My fathers of the past

There is nothing I can say

To change what has happen

In the past

But to go forward

To make a past to be proud of

And show my respect

To a Black Woman

Who is blessed

 

As an African Queen

To feel the soft brown skin

Against my cheek

I know it is a dream

Because a Queen

Like her only live

Long ago

African Queen

Has a soul so strong

A color that is the same

A woman like her should be praised

It is sad we don’t do that to day

To be in the presence

Of a Queen

Is a blessing

To kiss the feet of one

Is an honor

A African Queen

Touched the tear filled face

Of this white child

Who wishes only to honor her

He lives with his own pain and misery

So don't judge him for that

Comfort him

With forgiveness

Love him for the respected given to her

She holds him to her bosom

This is the only white child

Who asks for forgiveness

For something he hadn't done

Let him live in your wisdom

Let him live in you strength

Let him live with your soul

And take joy in it

Because she is the African Queen

She is blessed

©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley