This is me, who are you
I don't claim to be super woman
Mother of all, refuser to none
I am just me,
Dreamer of dreams,
Sorceress of light.
I wear my intelligence
cloaked in street smart savvy.
Boastfulness is unbecoming,
I claim nothing more than who I am--
perhaps that has hurt me.
I have no regrets, only faith.
In others, to see beyond the smoke and mirrors
In myself, to pursue my passions
For both of us to be strong
To carry on in the face of diversity.
With the toolbelt God has gifted
However things change as I change,
phenomenal in my own right.