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Every time i look in the mirror, I see this young girl who ran away to the city to be with a boy.
Not just any boy,but a boy who had wings of an angel. He was my savior from the harm my daddy would have caused if I stayed in that

small run down aprtment.I guess I owe him right? For taking me out of a bad situation. My body he says is his with my soft curves and beautiful thighs i can thank

my mother for. But what is this whole notion of him owning me, controlling me to no end. I am a woman. A black woman at that with brains

and the mentality to fight off all the nay sayers who say I have no sense in my head. Most of all what am I doing with you in this house of

minks,high heel boots and bling to last me for eternity. You think that you can keep me under your materialistc spell of gifts that have no

meaning beyond the heavenly gates that awaits us in the end. I am but a mere woman primed and ready to shine on this here earth.

A woman who has self worth now that i have seen the light of day. Stepped out of darkness to see that my faith can lead me to a positive

path. You don't own me, I own myself.

Reviews

[Chahklat]

It has a nice touch of femininity while voicing the unhidden and true pride of a woman.