Faith. The only friend that gives you hope when you've just left sorrow and ran into fear. Faith. The strength of the strength that you gained from the vanity mirrors image of a poor, Black girl with haters on one side, na-sayers on the other, and a cloud of doubt hanging over her head, releasing the rain of "I can not, and it can not be done". But it did. faith needs nothing to exist, but offers a lot to gain because if it wasnt for faith, this poem would be in vain.