i strive
As an african american black women
I strive to be a leader
Not a follower
But the next president to be
I strive
Because one day
Someone will be able to see me
No matter the hurt nor the pain
I strive so they won't down my name
But praise it up in fame
Because i made a change
I strive to be
Not the next beyonce
But like maya angelou
You see
Not the lighter the skin
Nor rate 1-10
I strive to be me
Keeping my head held high
Staying on top of everything
I strive
because my father believed in me
I was his princess getting ready to take over everything
Now i'm screaming to the top rest in peace my king
I strive
Not only for my father but for those who doubted me
Now you gotta front row seat to what i strive to be
Not only did you doubt me
But what i strive to be
Now i want you to watch me
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