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.