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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