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I Am..
I am
Those thick thighs and brown eyes
That I hope you will love, just as I do
I am
The coiled hair and curly fries
and a few mountain dews
I am
The one who is after the gold prize
and who isn't afraid to lose
I am
The one who will love you even if you don't love me
and who is sometimes confused
I am
The girl praying for peace
and who is hoping that the death of her people aren't just for others to be amused
I am
The one who will carry you when you're in need
and who says thank you and please
I am
The girl who carries Africa in her heart
who knows her and her roots will never part
I am
The one who holds the world within me
I am
The one who shows her soul through her feet
I am
Momma's little brown baby, who can now stand on her own two feet
but with the help of Mommas hand of course
I am
The voice for those who can not speak
I am
The strength for those who are weak
I am
The short brown girl, who holds in all her screams
In fear, that the world will collapse around her knees
I am
The girl sitting infront of this computer screen
I am
The girl who is wishing this poem with help her make her dreams