inside I have peace I have joy I have happiness. I have sprit I have love, I am the melody of a rising soul. I am black, I am beautiful, I am a queen beyond all else. I am god's child because he made me. that is why I write. Many ask me what I know about life. Enough I reply. Young sister you dreamin' it ain't easy in this world. I will endure the struggle to make it to the top. for those I want to see me fail, don't press your luck. what god has for me it is for me. I will be the best, I will be success. I will be strong and I will not stop until I can shout I made it to the top. If I fall while I am climbing, lord pick me up again. Fighting like my ancestors, strong like the slaves, I might get beaten down bout passion in my soul engraved. Like martin luther king I have a dream. Not only a dreamn but a vision. I will make it someday, with the lord guiding my way. I will be the best, strong, young, black and beautiful. I will march on.