I am my grandmother’s granddaughter
Full of her boldness, laughter, moles, hair, love, bookishness, and audacity
I am my mother’s daughter
Friendly, sharp-tongued, bright smiled, tomboyish, and proud
I am me
A concoction of these women who steeped
Me in the hot water of black womanhood
Poured me into an oversized mug of a body
And brewed a testament to their existence
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