I Am...
I Am….
I Am
A brown-skinned girl
Living in a land that my ancestors
Nurtured with their bare hands
I Am
More than a teen pregnancy statistic
Or a victim of the prostitution
That I am force fed every day in the media
I Am
Generations of hard work
And resilience
That spills out of me constantly
I Am
True to myself
True to those inner thoughts
True to my heart
I Am
Beautiful and gregarious
Eloquent and Intelligent
Motivated by my ambitiousness
I Am
Confident that
Even in a world where
Our souls are lost
To iphones and androids
I can stay in touch
With my inner essence
I Am
Proud to say that I
Speak my mind
Even when you don’t
Want to hear it
I Am
Not bothered by
Those that seek to
Watch me fail
Then try and pick me up
I Am
Undisturbed by
Mountains and giants
That try to stand in my way
I Am
Simply
Me.
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