Ask me about myself

I am a strong, beautiful Black Queen,
my beauty, no one can surpass...
Hold on here... wait a minute...
Let's keep it real.

So you ask, how do I feel about myself?
Myself? There's plenty to tell
Born to poor Haitian immigrants,
a bastard one might say
Molested in childhood
Referred to as worthless
You wonder what I think about myself?

Married at twenty,
had two kids by twenty three,
My dreams of being a doctor...
taken away by careless decisions
verbally abused by my husband
And struggling day to day
Would you like me to continue?

Now at twenty five,
driven insane by my children
Almost to the point of being institutionalize
Husband's not helping the cause
Once contemplated suicide
You would think I'm bitter?

But wait... I'm not
In fact I love my life,
Love my children,
Even love my husband
I've forgiven my abusers
There's no animosity left here in this heart
Regrets do not reside in me

Yes, indeed I'm a strong black women
Beauty I do possess
Still struggles day to day
Knowing that's a part of life
I'm breathing and accepting who I am
Emotional scars and all
And loving myself ever more.