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Mar 2019
I am becoming
I am becoming like a tree
deeply rooted but growing
towards abandonment
the rain that falls taste like solitude
and my leaves are breaking with every rain drop
I'm happy I promise
But I'm also becoming
im becoming like the sun rise that flowers need to bloom
I'm becoming like a black woman
whose been sheltered all her life
but refuses to be contained by
any more boundaries
She's fed up
The world is hers
I will stand like a tree deeply rooted
and proud like a black woman
And everyone will watch
me become
Written by
Myaja Black  21/F
(21/F)   
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   --- and Empire
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