Straight Up

I walk in a room

Head high, back straight

I hear someone say,

“Who does she think she is?”

My lips curl into a proud smile

No degradation holds this woman down

 

I maneuver the room,

Conversing with Mr. PhD and Mrs. MD

I know who I am

I, too, belong here

Patience and perseverance paved the way

The Spirit says, “Well done my faithful friend.”

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