I am thee mvp.
Because I've survived.
When I wanted to die.
Seven years of sexual assult.
Domestic abuse and heartache.
Dissapointment in myself and still
I am alive.
When my people are being shot in the street.
Still I survuve.
I am thee MVP for the sake of my dreams.
Aspirations to be an entrepreneur.
Creating life long memories.
I am Thee MVP.
I am the quiet one.
Who looks 12 with a smile of gold.
Yet my worth is equated to a penny.
Only wanted for the benefit of others.
Beaten by the man she loves.
Raped by those who were her caregivers.
Just left to bleed out.
Heartbroken yet again.
Only used and it feels like the end.
How am I to be thee MVP when no one sees?
I am a women of color.
The backbone of a larger culture.
The mother of man kind.
Only seen for my body and not my mind.
Still valued at a dime.
So who am I?