I Am..

I am

Those thick thighs and brown eyes

That I hope you will love, just as I do

I am 

The coiled hair and curly fries

and a few mountain dews

I am 

The one who is after the gold prize 

and who isn't afraid to lose

I am 

The one who will love you even if you don't love me 

and who is sometimes confused

I am 

The girl praying for peace 

and who is hoping that the death of her people aren't just for others to be amused 

I am 

The one who will carry you when you're in need

and who says thank you and please 

I am

The girl who carries Africa in her heart

who knows her and her roots will never part

I am 

The one who holds the world within me 

I am 

The one who shows her soul through her feet 

I am 

Momma's little brown baby, who can now stand on her own two feet

but with the help of Mommas hand of course

I am 

The voice for those who can not speak 

I am 

The strength for those who are weak  

 I am 

The short brown girl, who holds in all her screams 

In fear, that the world will collapse around her knees

I am 

The girl sitting infront of this computer screen 

I am 

The girl who is wishing this poem with help her make her dreams

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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