African woman (though by a mother)

[Hawa Diawara]

(taught by a mother)

Thought my life was full

Now I feel like the fool

Being used like a tool

Only made me lose my cool

Now I look up the sky

Thinking how could I fly without saying goodbye

To the ones I love

I could only lie

To spare them the pain

And find my lane, without the plane

Now I can only pray

For I can no longer wait

To find my fate, and to be on my way

Through the struggle, is where I was made

For the black girl raised in the struggle, my heart is a grenade

Like a dog I strayed, but I will never fade

For I am not just a shade

Never afraid to raise my beautiful voice to say my grace

I am what GOD created

An independent black woman, phenomenal, powerful, strong, never wrong, no I don't tag along, stand on my own ground,
created by my own hands, I know where I stand, my soul is a wolf pack

I am black and proud

Loud and black, lost but found.

I feel the glory burning in my soul

I am an African woman and I keep it 100

nevermind what society thinks

I will walk and keep on rising with this graceful skin

Love yourself in your skin, no matter the price to pay

I mean we all have debts that need to be payed

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Explosively REAL Hawa Diawara! The phrase that grabs me most is 'my soul is a wolf pack'. The image that conjures up in my imagination is amazing! This is so genuine. Thank you!

[Hawa Diawara]

Aww you're moving me to tears, this poem means so much to me, and i'm happy you enjoy it. RhymeLovingWriter

[Guest]

Wonderful! 😄

[Hawa Diawara]

Thank you!