I may not be rich yet,
Or have the “right” skin colour for this twisted world.
Sometimes my stomach roars in protest,
And certain men don’t feel I have the right to succeed.
I know that I am a Loved Child.
And that Love is my Strength.
A blessing I hope to be worthy of someday.
And one that will always give me the will to thrive through anything.
I love you Mum and Dad, so much.