Self Identity - Poem by Shaquita Sims
I find myelf being what I want to be,
Immature, a coward, or an oaf is not in my vocabulary.
Let me tell you what I really see,
Mature, self-responsible, and lovingful now that's me.
A college graduate and an independent woman,
Don't have top wait on nobody or no man.
An educated strong black sister who knows what she's doing,
Knows where she came from, and knows where she's going.
I walk with class: not a frown,
Worthy, wealthy, and I stand my ground.
So I just explained it as simple as can be,
Cause all of the above are all me
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