REBEL HER

I AM a stereotype, which will always be labeled as loud, irresponsible, illiterate, and curvy

I AM a women born with a milk chocolate shell yet I have a center that is defined through others interpretation

I AM lucky for I was graced with the ability to make a better life for myself and help those in need

I AM a woman who fears a man, yet this man is holy for his son died for me to save me from my transgressions

I AM a women robbed of culture, for I have a basic commonality, that my fore fathers were slaves at one point in time

A rebel who does not fear boundaries and welcomes the melancholy looks of others with a smile full of uniqueness and unwavering confidence, which I AM

A record is what I AM

I have two sides, one full of a glorious song that podcast laughter and happiness, even though once I am flipped, my song is nothing but despair and self-pity

This is who I AM

An athlete as well as a scholar, who hopes to explore the world one day, yet who doubts herself every time she takes a leap or gasp of air

The thought of “Is this who I really am”

 If not, “who am I?”

I know who I am

I AM someone who is still finding herself and her grace

I AM a girl who once went through the motions to get through life with tribulation, however life found me and knocked who I WAS into who I AM

I AM the women who once had a transparent mask that altered to fit the beholders interest

Now it is my turn to throw away the mask and embrace the milk chocolate shell, for it will remain with me forever

I AM a wildcat

I AM an African American

I AM a teenager

But I’m not a stereotype or someone who pities herself

But I AM REBEL

I AM HER