ZAYNAB

" the darker the berry the sweeter the juice"
Wonder where she got her bright brain
She is dark and beautiful for a sane man brain
Veritable smile strides   through her beautiful face.
Right on  her face you see the honest love in the dark eyes of a girl
You see a well placed nose furnished with an honest smell.
Though for her dig and delve through childhood she remains unscathed by the wane of time,
Unscathed by the beleaguer pressure of mates who wear opprobrious clothe round the earth.
She took a faith that  teaches and hales women of  virtue
She Is my literary zaynab the rose that grew
From the concrete unscathed.
To zaynab Adeyinka for all my years
of promise I have finally come with a song that soothes  your ears.
" the darker the flesh the deeper the root".