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Herstory


My name is Tiara

Developed from the roots of royalty

So forgive me 

If I don’t allow you to treat me other than

Because my name is Tiara

 

A strong, young, black woman

Proud to have black girl features

Curly hair

Big Lips

And Wide Hips

 

Women are the most underrepresented people in America

The women who can carry a child for 9 months

The smart women

The compassionate women

The fierce women

Women should be honored

For doing what they must to make ends meet

 

Our men & women

Our sons & daughters

Our mothers & fathers

Our legacy 

Must be protected

 

I will not let my history define me

I will not let my familys sacrifice go unnoticed

I will not let others insult my intelligence

 

I’m going to make a change in the world

And show my friends and family that anything is possible

When I turn on the news

I’m going to hear about whats right in the community

Not another homicide 

I will live my life with no worries

 

Being black in America has done nothing but educate me

I hope that one day

We can learn to love 

Without fear

But with pure intentions 

On seeing each other prosper

 

I am Tiara

A shooting star


 

 

 

 

 

 

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