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I Am She of I Am

I Am She of I Am I'm not your housemaid. I'm not a nanny. I'm not a whore. I'm not a novelty. I'm not strong but I'm not weak. I'm not here to rob you. I'm not here to sass. I'm not a second fiddle – third or fourth class. Take offense or don't; I am brash. I am not "her". I am me. I am incomparable. Dig it or don't. I am she of I Am. I'm not your experiment. I'm not your impediment. I'm neither your nightmare nor your dawn. I'm not your smiling sunshine with rays of glee. Get hip. You really don't know me. I'm not hot chocolate. I'm not coffee without cream. I choose to be nice but I'm no sugar and spice. I'm not a statistic. I am a big sound bite without contrite. I am goal-oriented and determined. I am Spirit before color – human before cause. I am uncovered and undiscovered. I'm not a token. I am quietly outspoken. I'm not mainstream. I am live streaming. I am a dream come true of the Almighty, I Am. I'm not sun-bleached Hollywood. I am misunderstood. I am entitled. If you judge my cover, at least read the first page of my book. I'm not invisible. I'm not a phase or new look. I am a stern root clinging with devotion. Life's too slow for my motions. I'm not street. I am soft ground. I am overhead. I am more – not minority. Dig me or don't. I am elite.

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