I AM WHO I AM AND FOR THAT I MAKE NO APOLOGIES
I STRIVE TO BE BETTER THAN I WAS NOT BETTER THAN YOU
ON THIS EARTH WHERE I SHALL NOT BE JUDGED....I AM
FOR THE WIDTH OF MY HIPS OR THE MONEY IN MY HAND
I LIVE FROM WITHIN MY HEART BLOOD FLOWS EXTROVERTIVELY
FAKE IT 'TIL I MAKE IT IS LESS THAN HE CREATED ME TO BE
HEAD HELD HIGH BREATHING IN THE SPIRIT OF THE QUEENS
NEFERTITI, THE LADY OF ALL WOMEN, SWEET OF LOVE
THE EGYPTIAN ROCK OF THIS BLACK GIRL/WOMAN WHO ROARS
BEQUEATHED ONLY ONE LIFE TO ABOUND NEW HEIGHTS
BAMBOOZLED BY A BOY SHEATHED IN A HUSBAND'S PANTS
VERSIONS OF THE TRUTH BURIED BENEATH SIX FEET OF REGRET
IN GOD'S EXQUISITE CREATION OF LIGHT MY LOVE'S NOW ON FIRE
I STAND BEFORE ALL RADIANTLY HUMBLED BY MY MISTAKES
BATHED CLEAN, ANOINTED, AND SWADDLED IN HIS GRACE
A DIAMOND WITH CLARITY NO LONGER COVERED BY THE DIRT
OF HEARTBREAK THAT ONCE SUFFOCATED A LUNG COLLAPSED
UPGRADED
THOUGH FADED
I'VE MADE IT
LOOK EASY TO MY YOUNG CHARGES STUDYING MY LIFE
I SMILE THROUGH MY TEARS A CLYDESDALE IN FULL STRIDE
I AM WHO I AM NO LONGER WHO I USED TO BE
I MAKE NO APOLOGIES I CAN ONLY BE ME
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