why should life show so many hardships
when you think you up you alway's seem to
come down. when you be ahead something
come's and to you knock behind..............
i wonder will things get better or will i fail.
i have so much to live for and so much to
loose. my daughter well-being depend's
on me. no father, single mother not alot to give.
i strive to be the best, my daughter will know
no limit's. she will be raised to be a proud african-
american women. she will be proud of her skin
and her hair thankful for the air that will blow thru
hair.
~a strong black whomen if i may say~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem