What Do you See when you look at Me?
What do you see when you look at me??
I put my pencil to the paper and the word just came to me,
When you look at me what do you see,
Do you see the scared little girl in side me,
who's felt her father was never there
And felt he never cared,
A little girl determined to fill the void
With the spoken word from the lord,
Do you see my burning desire to succeed
Above and beyond what is expected
Maybe you see the next future president
When you look at me!
Or do you see my gender and the color of my skin.
Skin the color of carmel smooth like a new leather couch
Or do you see black
"black" a term that never goes away that is hear to stay
Black is so unknown like a dark hole
It is what prevents me from be bold
because it has a way of keeping me down,
So tell me what do you see
When you look at me
Do you see my past
Were I have been
To hell and back
From sinner to born again Christian
How about thatI
Do you see a women
Who is accomplished and is reaching for the sky
A women who carries herself with class
Picking up on every task
Someone who is responsible
Who independent.......
Who has a love and thirst for God
Tell me what do you see
Because I'm all that I write
So I hope you have an appetite
For the truth about me
I aim to be all I can be
In this world you see
To be the best and be put to the test
I am not my father child
But I do intend to make my mother proud
To be the first child to graduate
It was definitely not a piece of cake.
But a challenge that I have overcome
But my journey has just begun
Now to overcome my gender and my race
Of course at my own pace
If I do not write I will be left with out a trace
I aim to be different
So therefore I'm not forgotten
Also to make sure I'm on top not the bottom
So what do i see when I put my pen to paper,
I don't see color nor gender just me
I see a butterfly that has shed it's cacoon and left it behind
A butterfly that is ready to spread its wings and fly
Because the first flight is the hardest
To say goodbye to college and hello to life
A butterfly cause each one is different in every way
A design specifically made by god to be unique in every way
That's why I dare to be different.
That's why I ask what do you see when you look at me.
I see different and that describes me.
I see my poetry as beautiful can't you see
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