Unbroken

My history white washed, while the truth of me was cast to sea. I lost, stumbled blind, looking at the mirror past the image of me. Words contrite, misused, and abused, the gift of my tongue I couldn't see. So it was not unusual that I felt cloaked in invisibility. Because no one expects a black girl to project an intelligence no less, that don't have the mind to disrespect and neglect my own heart. I must admitt, years of ignorance threatened to tear me apart and still my peace. It was the Lord that saved me, gave me both grace and peace. The world could no longer define me, as God created the days he created me, methodically, with a queen in mind. I was shown time is irrelevant if He don't make it known. Enough for trying to go at this world alone, in Him I find a happy home, and I can be myself, brazen to the bone.