My Voice

My Voice

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Mon, Jan 4, 2016<5 mins
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My Voice Power! The main thing a black woman needs to last in this world. As a woman, I see myself as the president one day, the queen, or even the pope. Thats not a desire or thought going through the brains of many, for we women lack power. Considerably the best weakest link in society. Easily manipulated by the advertisement of beauty. Pleasing him without thinking of the morality. Fixedly proportionally let down by the majority. Constant struggle to feed the young one. Cries of hunger and struggles to leave the old house. A fixed choice being made only because of that one love. When I am powerless, I am beaten. My heart is ripped and mind defeated. living in poverty was not a choice. I live with this burden because of doubt. Doubt that I couldn't make a difference, Be the one changing the bitter. But my son, my only son I live for him with strength and love bending back and knees to reach that goal. Even if it be, harassed by that fixed sexual look. A feminist, not too much. But I'll do whatever it takes, to be that good mom. The power is gained by seeing him strive. Knowing that I did the best that I could. - Adena Morris
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Life, that's the funny thing about it. We always wanted things to go the way that we imagined it too, but of course plans just always have to change. What if we could've thought about how we wanted our lives to go from in the womb? Wouldn't that make everything so much better? What if we could've created our husbands/wives for ourselves, would that make us a God/Deity? Maybe, just maybe. We were all just living our truths and we needed people to come into our lives to shine the light where we always played blind to. This was about to be the reality of everything that we tried so hard to envisioned for ourselves. Truths are about to be tested, faith was about to be questioned and most importantly Love was about to be granted.

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