What i am now
Will i ever see me in a different way
Visiting the memories as i lay
Down on the green grass at bay
Things could have been different i say
Please draw nearer to me i sincerely pray
Before the seasons change in may
I was born in this dead ridden world
Everyone seems to dig out its gold
Even the men and women of old
Will not find peace until the sun grows bitter and cold
Will my sisters allow these chronicles to hold
These mental chains tightly bind
The pains of time never to hide
The words spoken in confidence put aside
What really happens when illusion and reality collide
Will this soul find breasts to confide
Maybe then what remains in essence is pride
My beauty along with self acceptance i need to manage
For too long history kept me in bondage
The future promises are handed to me for an advantage
So that the babies i birth and nurture may receive salvation as a package
My identity is not that of a savage
In the secret chambers of thought with ease i exude courage
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