The African Warrior Queen, Nzinga of Angola (Poem)

My father taught me to govern

Took me to war with him

My brother sent me

To the Portuguese

To make peace

They didn’t offer a chair

Just a floor mat

famous women

I’m no inferior

I commanded one of my servants

Get down on the ground

Sat on his back

While we negotiated

After my brother died

I became queen

The men in my harem

Wore women’s clothing

Fought to the death

To spend a night with me

I had them killed

The morning after.

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