Indian Poet Writes About “Olufunke: The Black Maiden”
Olufunke: The Black Maiden
You abhor her for being black
But she's proud of it, glad of her race.
Her skin though tanned.
It's a paragon of excellence.
Those tiny curls they flout dignity
Seats at her head like a circlet
Her big butt might have enticed you.
But she's apathetic.
She wings higher, higher and higher.
Alike an Eagle
Her leer, morish, is winsome in every way.
She enounces roaringly.
Yet her words are filled with emotion.
She struggles, fights back.
That mole on her face
Accentuate her charm.
Chaste and pious.
Who said black is not beguiling?
Just look at.
You too, will adore her.
Name: Sutanuka Mondal