I Am Poem by Yeshiembet/Yeshi Gemaneh Poet 

I am, my mother’s loved
I have lived for years with me
Admired daughter
With black face
Accepted as a sign of beauty

My hair with head band
An emblem of my originality

Adoring most of it
The realty in me
Avoiding not to be an opportunist

The self-respect developed
That reflects on others
The self-esteem acquired
Helped to back lash

Believing in self-knowing first
Than jumping and analyzing others
No great expectation in return
But strengthen self

With little complaint
And with no room for adverse or hostile
It is great that I remain
In His high care and charity
I remain, who I am

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