Unbox Me (Live) [feat. Moise Archipe & Tumi Riet]

I am a churchgirl who sings Afro, unbox me

Rush not to fix my image to your dull confinements

My black is magic is vast with origins from the cosmic climate

I carry a stride so fluid, formless you might confuse it

Layered with undiscovered dimes, extraction seemingly costly

My cup is only empty to humble me for a holy purpose

Slow your train of prediction, let me shapeshift in my purveyance

All my woman is bold, holds and squeezes rain out of stubborn folds

My rhythms and tunes tumble in unmaking tombs to master high tongue cadence

I only fluctuate as a sigil of freedom for my daughters and descendants

There is magnetic courage in a woman that embraces all her multifacets

I am one of many queens – Nandi, Bessi, Modjadji – I walk in multitudes

A glance in the mirror confirms I am bountiful

I am an unfolding parable, each lesson a leaf of what has shaped me

Carved from a tree of miracles, I am a multiplying seed of The Unequivocal

Bear my paradox with your gnawed teeth and resisting arms

In God’s eyes, all my colours and shades are in their rightful minds

Come to me standing with spine when accusing me of being only one thing

Hold your artillery of cuffs, knowing that my loving is from The Divine

Cast your caging eyes elsewhere, where my beauty spots won't be simplified

Go erect your shrinking shines while I am kneeling at the spacious feet of The Divine

My palms carry both a cuss and verse depending on who they traverse

Tread my swirls meticulously, let your steps wonder toward my woman,

Holy woman

Black woman

Daughter woman

Mother woman

Lover woman

Tired woman

Crying woman

Laughing woman

Healing woman

My woman is a woman, is a woman, is a woman, is God