THEY ASKED ME IF SHE WAS STRONG?

And I said yes!.
I said yes! without hesitation.
Because I had seen her pick her heavy heart up off the floor, even when it weighed a ton.
Because I had watched her claw her way back from rock bottom, even when it was a steep and treacherous climb.
Because I’d seen her lift herself up and drag herself through life, even when she was tired and weary to her bones.
Because I’d watched her persevere, persist and press on even when she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.
And they told me I’d misunderstood.
They meant how strong was she physically? How much could she hold in her hands and carry her arms?
But it was not me who had misunderstood true strength. It was them.
Because they hadn’t realized that all too often, the heaviest things we hold and the biggest weights we carry are often the things that can’t be seen.
She is my childhood….
She is my Youthful delinquenscy
She is my Village
She is my Town
She is my State
She is my Country
She is my Continent
She is Africa…
She is Black and Bold…
~ David West
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