By Renita
I celebrate myself and tickle myself
When I want to laugh.
My inspiration is my mother:
she's strong and brave.
I laugh at Boondocks
I believe in hope, freedom
I wince at being squeezed on my waist.
I am not a sad soul.
I behold a universe in my hand.
I know I am funny in my own
I am glad I see another day.
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