My mother raised me to be a woman.
She raised me to be intelligent and responsible.
I was taught how to cook and that I should keep my bills paid.
Most importantly I was taught the Word of God.
All things work together. You will reap if you faint not were scriptures that were instilled in me.
My father taught me to be independent in case I ended up alone.
So I add well to keep my checkbook right.
I can patch a hole and hang a picture.
Because of him if something goes wrong I can figure out how to fix it.
My parents raised a woman meant to be a wife.
They didn’t raise some naïve, crazed individual.
They didn’t raise me to be a girlfriend.
So when I enter a room, enter a conversation, enter a life
All who encounter me
Know that I was made for more.
Excerpt From: Arlinda C. McGlothin - McKinley. “Ghetto Chick.” Lulu.com, 2011-06-27. iBooks.
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