In chains they bore, their spirits bruised, Yet within, resilience infused. Like jewels amidst the darkest night, African women, their strength alight.
Through slavery’s grip, they stood tall, Defiant souls, refusing to fall. Their struggle echoed in each refrain, As they fought against oppression’s chain.
And in the war against their crown, Their afro hair, their glory, bound, They rose, their curls like crowns to claim, Embracing heritage, unashamed.
Each strand a symbol, bold and free, A testament to identity. In their resilience, they proclaim, The power of pride, in every mane.
