Once A Slave

Once a slave, now free,

Freed by the power of the pen.

Out in the world to succeed,

And not afraid of failure now and then.

 

From down on my knees,

On this path I paved

To coming and going as I please

And remaining unscaved.

 

Shaping who I am

Into who I will be.

A strong and powerful woman,

Phenomenally.

 

I wear my heart on my sleeve,

A warrior of emotion.

Keeping my weapon of judgement sheathed,

With full devotion.

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Me
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