The art of being me.

No one can do me
Like i can
I am master of my craft
Independent woman
Working from morning
Till last thing at night
Only stopping to rest
When i turn out the light
My precious children i carried
In my warm giving womb
Now i watch their sweet sleeping faces
Under light of the moon.

I'm a lover, a fighter
A joker , a queen
The days i needed strength
On no one did i lean
There are lines on my face
When i laugh
When i frown
No trial yet have i met
Nothing can keep me down.

Silver spoon
As a child
Was not placed
In my mouth
Sussed my east from my west
And my north from my south
I and mine we get by
Though not at all comfortably
But on that which i thrive
The art of being me.