Born in the middle of the night,

Nonetheless, she is delightful

And after so many years of plight.

She offers hope and light,

Born at midnight,

Like a lone candle glowing light,

She is no other thing but Beauty,

She is black; she is white.

She is buxom; she is slight

She is just right; she is tall in height

She is everything at the same time

You only have to choose

What you would want in her to find.

Born during a heavy dark night

Yet so she came out bright as light,

So light that easily takes to flight,

As if she carries no weight.

But be forewarned

If you so desire to take her on board your heart

She is heavier than rock

You need all the strength you could

Possibly invoke.

Born during pitch dark night,

So dark one couldn't See,

An object standing close to the nose,

As for example a bush of roses,

And yet as in roses and orchids,

Fragrant scent oozing out from

This grown up child,

Can be smelt from a distant height.

Born during a difficult long night,

With no midwife to help,

And the local obstetrician out on a trip,

And` yet she came out beautiful,

Not as in Mona Lisa paint,

But real, Cleopatra type -

warriors fell victim

Under the spell of her hips.

Born at night,

Beauty not as in a paint,

But real Cleopatra type,

Bosoms so tight,

Resting on slick loins,

Supported by strong hip bones,

And armed with invisible weapons,

To wound and maim,

And destroy the mind-frame.

Yes! The somatic is so tight,

About to explode,

And shower the entire world,

with sparkling lights.

Born in the middle of the night,

teeth flashing, marble white,

eyes prominent, glittering

As in diamond.

Eyes as big as a face can take;

Rolling left and right,

Possessing and bewildering,

Every object that comes in sight.

Beauty of the night,

Real beauty not as in paint,

African Cleopatra type,

Bosoms so tight,

Height just about right,

Armed with sebaceous natural cream,

Warriors succumbed,

And opted not to fight,

Trapped between the thighs,

That are held so naturally tight

Beauty, born in the middle

She is to save and kill.

Beauty born in the middle

Between planets,

Between nations,

Between continents,

Between day and night,

Between the rich and the poor,

Between black and white,

Armed with invisible weapon,

Ether to maim and kill,

Or to save and heal,

The terrible hate wounds,

Man had inflicted upon his bound.

Copyright Haileselassie Giramy

draft 27/1/98