I am a slave.
I am the great grand-daughter of the slave.
I am the grand-daughter of the slave's great grand-daughter.
I am the great, great, great, great, great, great
Joi
I don't read or write.
My head is under a bucket when I pray.
I work hard all day.
When you look at me, my face I hide;
I have no pride. I'm not alive.
I am a negress. I can not speak.
My education is third grade.
I own a business, a home, and a car. I have gone far.
But I still feel bad; my memories are so sad.
I want to do more, but I can't get my foot in the door.
I am colored. I have no voice.
I graduated from college, and raised 2 daughters;
I am a single parent.
I had to fight for everything I have; my job,
my home, my sanity.
I am proud, I am angry, I am a negro.
My voice is loud, but seldom heard.
grand-daughter of the slave.
I excell at all things, academics, sports, life!
I love myself, I know who I am and where I'm going.
I lift up my voice in praise to God!
I am BLACK, I am BEAUTIFUL!
I am a Diva, a SUPERSTAR, I will go far!
I thank the slave for my life!
The World is mine. When I speak, I am heard.
PRAISE GOD, I have arrived!!!!!
