Shells upon the washing board click-clack
and crack! Reveal the mystery within.
See what we have to say?
We’ll not wash, or scrape, or gather,
for we are free, and here to stay.
The color of my skin,
and my gender — indeed!
need not determine my path.
Have a little faith, one human to
another. We are powerful, it’s true.
Look, what can you see?
Not a maid, not a cook.
But who I choose to be.
Who am I?
I am me.