I Am
I am the black beauty of hershey chocolate bar you desire as you walk through asiles in the grocery store
I am a Queen that reaches acme I am the curves that defines my figure a line that draws attention I am eyes of soil that plants the grass, the brows of a bush that arches the flowers of my lash, the lashes that curls and entwined with multiple of swirls
Who I am, is what I can be, what I can be is me
I am the shoulders that stand tall and proud that reaches height, I am the foot I take to take a step to get the rigorous tasks complete
I am the mind that speaks with words and thoughts that bleed with emotion
I am the words that draws near the eyes of a crowd the words that flow through ears and that does not dissapear
I am the brush that paints a masterpiece, I am the art of the arts, I am the portrait that sells art on the streets
Who I Am is what I can be, what I can be is me
I am the youngest of seven, I am a child who is motherless at the age of fifteen but a father who cares in my dreams
I am a scholar that can do all things through Christ who strengthens me
I am I am the battles of heartbreaks and miserable nights
I am a conqueror who can strive for victory, no weapon form against me shall prosper, I am the over achiever that is put to the test that strives for the best because settling for less is a mess in the eyes of a achiever is what I do
I am the story of my life and the words I type
I am me
I am beautiful
I am a achiever
I am a believer
I am a poet
I am a woman is that hard to believe
I am... I am... I am...
I Am Me
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