They say that it’s at 25 that we begin to know who we really are;
Whether we are confident or shy,
Bold or afraid
Aggressive or assertive,
creative or methodical.
Well, I am 25 and I love the woman am becoming.
I love that I could have natural; black; African hair.
Be curvy and beautiful,
Whether or not others recognize it.
Be industrious and analytical,
With potential to create; nurture; and birth dreams.
I love being a woman.
An African woman.
With a voice that could still souls
And cause the hair at the back of every man’s neck stand.
I love being a woman that no one can silence.
Like Maxine Waters; am reclaiming my time.
Am reclaiming me.
A strong, beautiful, bold, confident, African woman!