L'Áfricaine

A woman without a man is still a woman. A lover. A sister. A daughter. A friend. A mother. She isn’t lost. Her name isn’t lonely or angry black woman. She isn’t thirsty? She isn’t hunting for a male to carry home. She is aware of her fire; herself. Nothing can quench her thirst besides God. He alone satisfies her soul. A woman without a man is still a poem, the world is trying to understand. She is woman, every morning. every blessed day.

A woman without a man is still a woman. A lover. A sister. A daughter. A friend. A mother. She isn’t lost. Her name isn’t lonely or angry black woman. She isn’t thirsty? She isn’t hunting for a male to carry home. She is aware of her fire; herself. Nothing can quench her thirst besides God. He alone satisfies her soul. A woman without a man is still a poem, the world is trying to understand. She is woman, every morning. every blessed day.