Treasure Island

Neshia Nix

(10-26-89 / Chicago)

Who Am I?


I am a black woman who is striving to succeed
I wonder why I was created
I hear my emotions
I see the sound of my fear
I want to have unmovable courage
I am a black woman who is striving to succeed

I pretend that justice is real
I feel the words of my poem
I touch the air that I breathe
I worry bout this world that I live in
I cry when it rains
I am a black woman who is striving to succeed

I understand that GOD is real
I say what goes around comes around
I dream of being a secure woman
I try to be nice to rude people
I hope that different cultures can truly love each other
I am a black woman who is striving to succeed

Submitted: Monday, November 06, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, November 03, 2010

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