You neednít care of what I seek,
My father taught me, he was wise:
ďNo matter how you look and speak,
Become the sun each day you rise.Ē
Do I annoy you by my spunk,
The way I handle every slight?
Why do you fill your head with junk?
As President? Well I just might.
My faith is day, my passion night,
But you donít know me, you despise
How much I love, with whom I cite,
And wonder next time when Iíll rise.
You hate me for my looks & strength,
Of different hair & skin & nose.
You think about my life, itís length.
All the above, our Maker chose.
Donít think about my happiness,
I feel Iíve won the lottery.
Without a dime, in God Iím blessed,
My plate is full, His gifts to me.
I am a Mardi Gras delight,
Confetti floating from the skies.
The crowd will dance with me all night,
And like balloons in air, Iíll rise.
Do I hear gunshots, go to jail,
Is that the life you think I lead?
With all the wisdom as my bail,
I will remind that slaves were freed.
The ghettos and the jungles show
Itís of diversity weíve come.
You plant us anywhere, weíll grow,
We wonít go back where we came from.
You lie awake, of me you shake,
Iíve got the gist of your surmise.
What do I cook as biscuits bake?
It wonít be long now Ďtill I rise.
Written by Heaven_sent_Kathy
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