Strong, black woman
Conditioned to carry the world on her shoulders
Somebody give her some pads quick
Because tackling life's issues bare back is unsafe
But she does it anyways
Exposed to pain at a young age
The harsh reality caused her to callus
Second winds is the only breath she knows
Determination and preservation resulted in endurance
Though her body is sore
And mind is tired
She can;t stop
For her world depends on her
Who else is going to sacrifice good times
To cultivate that seed he discarded
Using s all her resources
To plow the soil
And plant it on good ground
Watering it with wisdom
And tending to it with love
She tries to uproot the weeds that grows along with it
This is a back breaking process
But every sore muscle, stiff joint, and aching bones is worth it
Because when that seed blossoms
Life can yield no greater reward
Her strength is not an option
But an necessity less she dies
It takes power to live this life
Not that this was her first choice
But the result of them
Everyone is foolish enough to make mistakes
But not everyone is strong enough to endure the consequences
So to her who is
My hat goes off to you
For I am the by product of such a creature
I myself Have become a strong, black woman
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