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Victoria Roby Poem
I am a black woman.
Black woman am I.
This black woman is strong,
and never ever shy.
Could you look up to a black woman,
of nobility and pride?
Or look up to her for her
intelligence, so vast and wide?
Are you afraid of her serious face
or piercing eyes?
Do you feel sorrow when she cries?
Do you know a black woman
from Africa-ka-ka,
But because of slavery now
lives in America-ka-ka?
How do you compare yourself to her?
Or do you at all?
Does your level of intelligence
differ from hers and all?
Could you be friends with a black woman,
of attitude and style...
Or would you stab her in the back
after awhile?
Are you impressed with this woman of color?
Impressed with her courage?
What about her pride?
Yes, as am I.
And you ask why.
Because this woman is you, you, and her...
but best of all this woman is I!
Copyright © Victoria Roby | Year Posted 2007
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Victoria Roby Poem
Love is a beautiful thing,
but never promised to last.
You learn to love by learning from heartbreak and heartaches past.
Love can cause happiness,
It can even cause pain.
But you cant see the rainbow,
without getting through the rain.
Love can feel like a spark of magic,
or it can bring confusion.
But what you may think is love, like magic
Can simply be an illusion.
Copyright © Victoria Roby | Year Posted 2008
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