Womanhood
Becoming a woman, a woman of color in fact.
Opens a chapter, that I didn’t expect.
Now being taught to hold my head up high and have confidence,
in my stride. I am a black woman, born of those who took it all so,
that I wouldn’t have to. Feel the strength and pain run through my veins as,
my heart pumps the blood of my anscestors.
It’s only now that I come to realize that, as a woman.
More importantly, as a woman of color, that I come from royalty.
It may not be the royalty as you know but, the royalty of
Love, hope, forgiveness, and greatness.
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