An aspiring anesthesiologist, but it seems that will never be

Intelligent in my own right but bound by the aftereffects of slavery

I was born that little poor girl, whose mother had her as a teen

I was picked on and told that I would never amount to anything

Showed them, I did, because I graduated top of my class

Made it to college, and even though I’m struggling to pay for it, I will not let this opportunity pass

Judged by the claimed “Christians” of my society for the way I dress

Rejected by my generation because I have a few extra pounds, and know respect

Afraid of the ones who were sworn to protect

Labeled as “African American” so our country knows who to neglect

The “true me” is a fighter and I won’t stop until my last breath

Many are amazed because I still love even though I feel I have none left

Give my all to be hurt and treated like trash

They will say I love you, then be gone in a flash

Yet through all this dismay I will not give up

I have God by my side, no need for luck

Always there for others, but alone when I need help

But who else do I need other than the Lord and myself?

Destined for greatness, I can feel it in my spirit

I WILL make it out of the struggle, even though our nation fears it

Melanin, weight and smart mouth in tow

The true me is dignified with success aglow

Overcame many an obstacle, with many more in my path

Haters in every direction, until I succeed and they feel the aftermath

Broke, black girl I was born, but my life has become anew

The “true me” is determined to help better you