Miss Universe of everyday

I always await the infinite wait of the delay

as in the magic of the margins of my sky it despairs an angel

I will never forget my gesture of tenderness

always dedicated to my son in the distant abandoned

for promises that will never be accomplished

I will never forget the waits of my countless worms

Human lines to get the essential of everyday

Centuries and desperate centuries to affirm me as woman

With dignity I became used to support

the contempts that it has been throwing on me

And in this provoked human condition

it is reborn me the black existence, and leaning:

I am black about the brown sun of the afternoons

As the moonlight of the nights, and naturally

spotted of the yellow dawns of the annual marigold

Because I am beautiful, as the dawn of everyday

I am black because I am deigns, African descending nobleman