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I was born empty broken and torn
Unbeknownst to me my destiny was somewhat written
By my ancestors woes and scorn
Passed down to me was the hurt and exclusion of a plain black woman
Yes I was born in a storm.
Surrounded by questions black as my skin
Rejected by the people that DNA had placed to be my kin
My heritage was a storm.
I was taught to re assimilate my look so I could fit in
Switch up my talk so I could get in
Frown at my coils and opt for the straight in
Agree with everyone just so I could stay in
Yes I know a storm because I was born in it
Empty and cold, dejected from myself
I searched the darkness
But answers never came
I became the darkness
And yet I was still in the midst of the storm
I had become the eye
Destruction, torment and pain was I
Anger became my joy
And pain my comfort.
I yearned to escape the storm
So I prayed with no answer
I buckled down with no anchor
I looked to friends
But they couldn’t withstand the wind
And just as I was born
I was alone in the storm
And then I saw it
An anchor in my storm
An anchor of strength deep in my heart
And with my minds realization
My self made creator given anchor
Began to play its part..
I took what I needed from the storm of which I was born
And as the fear subsided
I began to build a Me that was unchallanged
Everything I needed was just the debris of the storm
And my boat awaited to sail away
I came as the storm but sailed away
As the universe.
