AWAKE
July 1993
The day I opened my eyes
So confused about the shapes,
Sizes, colors, and voices
I cried
As the years went by I fell asleep
I was so deep in sleep
I only notice I was dreaming
Lying flat on the concrete
The cold feel creeping in
My voice numb from not speaking
And my hand weak from not training
Training to fight
Fighting for my right to dream
My right to make those dreams comes true
Cold, I face the ground awake
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Being The Ugly Black Woman
PoetryBeing the ugly black woman is a poetry book about overcoming past scars that lock you down. It's about embracing yourself as a woman of color and a human being. Realizing yourself as a person of power, confidence and also your weaknesses.finding you...
