by Yolanda Shabazz

You and I were thrust onto the starting line
By chance
When I thought I couldn't keep up the pace
The whole tribe was there
To cheer me on

Throwing my head back
Feeling the cold wind on my face
I took long, graceful strides
I was fueled by the spirit of a people
Befriended by endurance.

Somewhere, between starting and finishing
The center came into focus
Stepping over the finish line
I had accomplished more than just winning
I had escaped limitations.

Winning by Yolanda Shabazz

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