She who is not locked up in chains
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My personality is not defined by the
Limits of society.
Wrapped up into a box
With a bow tied around it, I am strong, and independent.
Living the life I am choosing and taking a
Difficult journey,
I am called Arshawna
Otherwise known as “A Gift from God”.
Oppression and hatred fuel the fire
That causes me to succeed.
Those who hate will not stop me.
Trapping me, overlapping me
Filling me, like a drug.
I am me
I am a person who tries to gain respect by love
And care. I am me.
But people say otherwise,
People think otherwise.
They think they can limit my mind
Into being what they want it to be and they can't.
They think I will be chained up
And locked up into the hatred
My people have known
Their whole lives, but I will not back down.
Daughter of a militant mother,
I am tough. Dreaming of a life that
Will better for my children.
I am joyous, happy to be alive.
I am a black woman.
Fierce like a lioness
Who is hunting her prey.
Devouring anyone in her path.
I am me.
A person that the world
Has tried to put fear into.
But the world will not prevail.
The world does not see the artistic
Light that overwhelms my mind.
That fills my soul and lifts me up.
That gives me wings to fly.
They do not see the power that covers my heart,
Changing me every day.
It makes me the person I want to be
The person I try to live by everyday
I am a woman, full of flaws
But not wrapped up in them.
Because if I stay in the darkness,
How will I get others to the light?