Became a Stribu model barefooted.
One of many but an ordinary person.
Wore a shirt from Walmart.
A denim skorts from Jcp.
My teenage daughter was humiliated.
I felt great, forgot my illness, heartaches.
Stood proud clothe in my brown skin.
Whoever withheld, restricted, am free,
though cancer ravishes, I stripped
for my child who's ashamed,
other...
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