My Pride

you can yell at me
torment me
and tell me i wont be shyt
but my pride will not be manipluated
aspecially under no types of immmature
cicumstances
i am a black women with intelligents
with all different types of ingredients
my pride is too strong
to be broken down
nore pushed around
my pride is too stron to drag along
my pride stays with me
thats wwhere it belongs
once again my pride
is mine to decide
weather it to be broken
or held up high
cause i hold my head up high
and test me

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poem by Danielle Martin
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