Despite what happen, I push on
Breaking down all the solid walls
Rising up like the break of dawn
Feeling like I am ten feet tall
All that I had done was nodded
But now I stand up and shout
The fingers they poked and prodded
Natural hair is all it's about
Cutting my tresses gave me pain
Though it was short I can contest
But a sense of freedom I did gain
I had finally felt my best
I walked with a new pep in my step
Just like a budding daffodil
The stereotypes I sidestepped
The new me was budding and ready to thrill
By
Ilana Sabio
A wonderful poem, Almedia. You must be very proud of your granddaughter, llana
My granddaughter, Ilana Sabio wrote this poem, she has courage to rival William Ernest Henley's poem...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Ilana your talent is boundless