Untitled--(Why Am I here ?)
Why am I here? Am I only here to endure the many triumphs and tribulations life dishes out ? If I am to achieve something, why are so many people trying to block my way ? and crush my way ? Why is the earth so fixated with beauty? Does beauty equal worth and power? If so, am I beautiful because of my beauty or because of my mind ? I am more than just a pretty face, I have grace and style. I am more young black woman with ideas on my mind. new ones, great ones, damn extraordinary ones. Why fear me? I tell you why! I bet you are afraid of what I might achieve or that I might exceed you ? Fear me not beacause of my color or because of the length and texture of my hair. Fear me because I am soldier, young, powerful, strong and unafraid of you standing there. Don't try to intimidate me with your superficial words and your worthless status. It won't work. Step aside, amke some space and allow me time to stat and complete my work. "Why would I be afraid of you? You're just young, black, enspired and motivated. You have nothing working out for you." That kind of foolish thinking God's child will leave you baffled and ashamed. Why should i step aside my goals to accomdate you and your pride. When all you do is fear me without knowing me. I sit and wonder about what's going through your mind when you looking at me with awh. I think you wonder why me and not you and how I am not worthly. Consemplating how that little negro girl could knock you out the race. Let me tell you something! I am fast! I am unstoppable! I am powerful! I am strong! I will no longer stander in submission to your shadow translucent to the outside world. Shunned by your fears and insecurities,daddy.
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