African Woman

In Sprinstone her form is cast,
A tale of strength from ages past.
High cheekbones proud, eyes deep with grace,
She holds the stories time can't erase.

Her posture speaks of battles won,
Of daughters rising, mothers gone.
Adorned in cloth, with braided crown,
She wears her roots like royal gown.

Not just a figure shaped by hands,
But earth itself, through which she stands.
The sculpter holds what words can't say—
The soul of Africa, on proud display.