With hips that sway like savannah grass,
She moves to the rhythm, her spirit will pass.
Her feet bare, her soul free and bright,
She dances under starry African night.
Her wrapper flows like a river's stream,
Colors vibrant, a true African dream.
Her arms wave high, her voice sings low,
A beauty to behold, as she lets go.
With every step, a story unfolds,
Of ancestors proud, and a culture bold.
Her dance is a prayer, a celebration true,
A testament to the beauty shining through
