Exceptional Self

Exceptional Self

A Poem by Sherline Heriveaux Poetry



I love myself.

My exceptional self.

This brown skin that I call home,

it is my pride, my very joy.

These brown eyes that are my windows,

They allow me to see and tell it all.

My heart, as scarred as it may be,

it still goes on and on,

like a clock with no battery.

I can help, I can teach, I can love, I can forgive.

I can cry, I can hope, I can laugh, I can achieve.

I love me and that is with no conditions.

I love my big arms, stomach and stretch marks,

and that is in its self a revolution.

I love my coarse hair, its strength matches mine.

It is my crown, my superpower, it makes me shine.

I love that I'm woman.

I can nurture, I can lead.

I love my lust for life,

I love how it doesn't take money to make me free.

I am the exclamation point at the end of happy sentences.

Good energy oozes out of all of my senses.

I don't need anyone to feel validated.

I am the Creator's best Creation and He's made no mistakes.

I am real. I am ideal. I am magical.

I am Black, I am Woman, I am Exceptional.

© 2015 Sherline Heriveaux Poetry

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your poems remind me a lot of Maya Angelou!

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Sherline Heriveaux Poetry

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The greatest compliment! I am forever grateful.

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Added on August 21, 2015
Last Updated on August 26, 2015
Tags: Womanhood, beauty, Black, consciousness, pride, love