Rise of the African Woman

Rise of the African Woman Rise up from the dust of the motherland Rise out of the shadow of the African man 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, you giving birth 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 Rise up my sisters, up to the stars Touch the sky and live your dream Be the woman that you know you are Break your silence and learn to scream Embrace you wisdom and your beauty And your full round bottom and your curves Demand respect and equality For this and more is what you deserve Rise of the African woman Rise up from the dust of the motherland