The African House Maid

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In her bright African attire, she's dressed with pride,
Her head held high, she walks with graceful stride.
Her skin like ebony, so rich and pure,
Her spirit strong, her heart so sure.
She's a housemaid, with tasks to fulfill,
Her hands deftly work, with unwavering skill.
She cleans and scrubs, with diligence and care,
Her dedication evident, in the air.
She sweeps away the dust and grime,
Her smile shines bright, even in hard times.
She cooks with spices, fragrant and bold,
Her culinary talents, a treasure to behold.
She takes care of the children, with love and grace,
Nurturing them, in her warm embrace.
She tells them stories of her homeland's lore,
Sharing wisdom, forevermore.
Though her job may be humble, her spirit is grand,
She's a pillar of strength, in a foreign land.
Her resilience and resilience, an inspiration to all,
Her presence a blessing, standing tall.
For she's more than a maid, she's a woman of worth,
Her value immeasurable, right from her birth.
Her African heritage, a source of pride,
A beacon of strength, that cannot hide.
So let us honor her, with respect and praise,
For her unwavering spirit, that never betrays.
The African housemaid, a gem so rare,
A symbol of resilience, beyond compare.