Don't Tell Me Who I Am

The lash of the whip doesn't define who I am the burning sun's rays upon my back don't tell me what my purpose is it's the tender hugs of my children that remind me of who I am a mother, wife, sister, aunt Someone who has a family, I work for them Not those owners up in the big houses using me, and my labor with no respect They don't control me. I am in control of my own future. In control of keeping my family together remembering my hometown, values and traditions They can't change me, can't break me I am someone, someone important to others. I am proud to work hard for them, and no one else.