Friday, November 28, 2008


I was born from the
Expectation of greatness
Nursed at the breast of amazing heights
I am the child of slaves
Slave master's blood runs through my veins

My freedom of mind liberates my shackles of defeat
While the dogs sniff me out
I am Harriet Tubman with the shotgun

Freedom or death, I shout.

I am me.

I know no other word but victory


Stand upon the horizon of a new day.


Stand on the brink of newness
Armed with the mirror of reality
The coldest bitch ever

I take a long hard look and smile.

I am me.
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