This is a poem about a teen age girl’s feelings of what the went through to be sucessful.
Like a flower lost in a field. Lost alone to build confidence.
Confidence so strong that no wind can knock it down.
A root that is so well planted that no matter what.
It will always leave a mark.
A sign of pain to show all the success in every grain
in the world made of sorrow and pain.
A flower going through it all just to stand tall
Tall enough to reach the sun moon and stars and say
I am ME and I have come all this way to be A Strong Black Girl
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