Who Am I?

Who am I?

A force to be reckoned with,

A breath of fresh air of which you can't deny,

Who am I?

Someone who can't be defined,

You may acknowledge my appearance but what about what's inside,

Who am I?

Yes I'm Black,

But no, my daddy didn't leave and my mom never did crack,

Who am I?

A Black woman in college,

But lets see if the media highlights that,

Who am I you ask?

I am that I am,

But I am NOT a statistic.

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