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I am a strong, beautiful Black Queen,
my beauty, no one can surpass... Hold on here... wait a minute... Let's keep it real. So you ask, how do I feel about myself? Myself? There's plenty to tell Born to poor Haitian immigrants, a bastard one might say Molested in childhood Referred to as worthless You wonder what I think about myself? Married at twenty, had two kids by twenty three, My dreams of being a doctor... taken away by careless decisions verbally abused by my husband And struggling day to day Would you like me to continue? Now at twenty five, driven insane by my children Almost to the point of being institutionalize Husband's not helping the cause Once contemplated suicide You would think I'm bitter? But wait... I'm not In fact I love my life, Love my children, Even love my husband I've forgiven my abusers There's no animosity left here in this heart Regrets do not reside in me Yes, indeed I'm a strong black women Beauty I do possess Still struggles day to day Knowing that's a part of life I'm breathing and accepting who I am Emotional scars and all And loving myself ever more.
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