Rise African women. Rise up to the dust of motherland. Rise out of the shadows of the African men. Come out of the dark and take your stand. Rise up my African sisters. You are the reason for life on earth. Your suffering, your pain, your blisters, your sweat, your strife, and you giving life are what you wear. No more will you live without a voice and in the shadow of a man. No more will you live without a choice and fall to the ground at the strife of his hand no, no, no. Rise up my sisters, up to the stars. Touch the sky and live your dream. Be the woman you know you are. Break your silence and learn to scream. Embrace your wisdom and your beauty - the vortex of your voluptuousness and velvety eyes. Demand respect and equality. For this and more is what you deserve. RISE UP AFRICAN WOMEN, RISE UP FROM THE DUST OF MOTHERLAND.
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