Angela Hamilton

I love this poem. I have it my baby bedroom posted on the wall. She was 3 not liking her dark skill and questioning why she was dark, why people call her black. I was determine to change her way of thinking about herself. Now She LOVE the skin she's in, she walk proud and will tell you in a minute, "I know I am black, beautiful, and wonderfully made just like God wanted her. And she is smart and already know her goal is to be a lawyer. I had no ideal what I wanted to do with my life at 12.