A Free Negress of Remarkable Talent

Im a free negress of remarkable talent. At least thats what they tell me. They say Im boundless. I may just have to consent to agree. I am boundless. Eclipsing even myself to surround success and pounce without a moment to hesitate...yet I digress. They tell me Im free to be whoever I please... me, myself and I simply want to be FREE. Unattached to orthodox and uninhibited by regularity. Without race, gender or reverting to simply appeasing thee. You dont like it? Take a hint and recede to the masses of 'us' - where conformists and naysayers find their way among the judgmental musk. Rank and reclusive with your swaying finger in my face, yet never face me in the same space. You speak of what you must - but I say Im free. Not held within some box or quota stagged by others or myself. Partially belonging to a society with its sovereignty, all the while my soul and intentions go rogue; I physically rest in between... a consistent tug-of-war. I speak and write deliberately; Dont ask about me if your not ready to receive all my ideas and thoughts; wrong or right they are mine to hold. Secrets and sadness, potential schemes untold all uniquely molded to me. I am boundless. One in a billion and you can count on this. There will never be another I who can make you laugh or make you cry - hold your tears while you learn to fly, and all the while you miss me. Miss the talent I possess or the sass thats clever and jest or the independence that I carry within every breath. This is me. Good or bad, with varying degrees for indecisiveness and subliminal uncertainty. I think I am, I think I am has surely transformed to YES!, I is she and she is boundless. A free negress of remarkable talent, that is.