Rebirth

I use to think that I was broken

If only you knew of the lies and pain that had soaked in

A little black girl who was incomplete and often felt obsolete

Grew into an angry woman full of

anger and self-hate

Who soul needed someone to relate

Until one day that angry woman

realize she had something she wanted to say

While I may be a little heartbroken with pain and truth still not yet spoken

I am not broken

While I may be a little bruised

I no longer flinch at the accused

I have emerged from the earth

Covered in my truth ready acknowledge my rebirth