Am I a black beauty?
Beautiful face with a wonderful smile,
Not exactly a perfect eight because of the tummy,
But still got all the curves in the right places
Long straight legs, do they really matter?
Well, I have them, but they don’t mean much to me.
Am I an angry person?
Angry about how my life has turned out
Always living in the shadows of yesteryears,
Never moving on.
Do I have too high expectations of people?
I certainly do, and when they are not met, it angers me
Am I a rebellious one?
Nonchalant about rules and regulations,
Having almost no regard for values
And purely self-pleasing
I do notice such symptoms, doesn’t everyone?
But I choose not to walk in that path, it’s not worth it.
Am I a revolutionist?
Never satisfied with culture
Always wanting and pushing for more
And almost always getting in trouble for it
Isn’t this an obvious one?
I need to curb that spirit
Am I a selfish one?
Always wanting and expecting to be in the spotlight,
So used to being noticed that the smile is snuffed out when ignored
Such a pretender, a people-pleaser
How imitating and annoying such a being is!
I do get disgusted at myself
Am I frank?
Stating the obvious without care,
Hurting others’ feelings in oblivion,
Or merely ignoring it.
State the truth while watching their hearts
Am I kind?
A compassionate person
Full of life and joy,
Always putting others first, almost to a fault
Why is it so hard to accept this person?
People sure see her.
I am all these and more,
I see more ill than good in me
I walk confidently but lack a lot of self confidence
I know the word and try to live like him
When I think too much, I become one of the six
People see so much good in me that I am awed by their ability to see.
I know I am great, but I am yet to accept it.
The fear of pride has clouded my better judgment
Daily, I suppress some abilities in fear of what
Others will say and in fear of pride.
Which is worse, pride or unfulfillment?
They are both evils, but neither are mine.
I may be searching but I am at peace, may seem lost
But I am found, I may feel alone, but I am positively surrounded
Never confused, your word is sure,
Always believing, you’re always faithful,
Always good, you’ve always got me
Never afraid, you’re always with me
Restlessness is evil,
That evil ended, so also will this.
Why does my head always play games?
With guys’ names?
Why can’t I be free?
To just be me?
Must there always be a guy,
To give me a high?
I love being who I am
Without another at arm,
Being a lady is great
And it is mostly definitely a gate,
To something known as womanhood,
An idea I’m not in a hurry to be in its hood.
I love being who I am
As designed by the I am
Don’t need a man to complete me
Perhaps to complement me.