Survivor

In remembrance of: Maya Angelou/Survivor 2005/Allen Hackett Please!! Don't Look at me in awe As if I were a supreme oddity Or a freak in a circus sideshow Yes I was aborted...snatched from my roots and thrown ashore The hot sun baked my bones brittle and dry Destined to die and be heard of no more Yet I survived...No one wiped the tears from my eyes These lashes I bare were paid for with honor and pride I've endured every evil a sick mind can conceive Humanities ills have fertilized me Firmly planted like a sycamore tree...I blossomed...I thrived I grew above and beyond what was expected of me But still denied the right to exist peacefully Having such a rich legacy you might wonder who I'd be... The ex-slave! descendant of kings and queens Now look at me, I sing, I dance, I play and amuse all who might pass my way Don't be deceived by the minstrels demeanor you see Underneath the surface, Royal African Roots still reside Which cause me rise and continue to survive Check out our library of thrilling e-books @ amazon.com in the kindle store, or visit:www.booktango.com authors website:apluszips.com Thanks and pass it forward