Dearest loved one, 


I love who I am.

I love how strong I've become.

I love the truth about myself.

No, I don't believe its vanity

I believe its confidence.


I love the way my history made me who I am today.

Although, many would believe I've gone through nothing,

But how do you explain my success?


Society tries to define who I am,

Categorizing me into places,

I don't belong.


I love who I am.

My color, my beauty

Don't define who I am.

I do.


My past made me stronger and wiser

Those who fought for me, I should be grateful for.

I am.


My people struggled through unexplainable things 

Therefore, I love who I am. 









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