• My mother listened to God and she heard,
    With ears intent on knowing what he said,
    A name entangled deep within his word --
    The name that I took on when I was bred.

    And yet they would have rather called me trash
    Because I am the color of the earth?
    The rich and nourishing brown that I am
    I have been since my February birth,
    But those who call me names know not my worth.

    Then, I will let them do just as they have
    and continue in all their ignorance
    For I know that I am only me, me.
    So, do me a favor: keep your two cents.