I am a woman of God, too.

I have worth and value.

I am more than my black skin. I am more than just a laugh.

I’m not here to be an entertainer.

I want to be a wife. I want to be a mother.

I want to help. I want to be a friend.

I try hard, too. I sacrifice. I love my family.

I read the Word. I do my best.

I want to be who you imagine when you lift up that veil.

I suppose I haven’t been painted into those perfect pictures. I haven’t been the model of beauty.

Why must I be written off? Why am I always the last one picked before the start of the game?

I feel like Charlie Brown.