I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
                                        Maya Angelo
And here I am, born on a little lovely island
Seizing every single opportunity that pops
by, as I learn that I am one of the embodiment
of the Dreams and the Hopes of some
thousands female slaves... In contrast to
Maya, I will not use "the slave", but I
will rather say some thousands female
Who found themselves under the yoke of
slavery... Finding themselves chained,
beaten, *****, killed, abused, hurt, denied
of their rights and freedom. Me, I rise, I rise
full of pride of who I am, coloured, melting
in the multi-cultural *** or Republic... Affirming
myself aloud with vehemence, I rise. Showing my
curls, and ***** hair, wearing my simples dress.
Accepting my curves, I rise... With humility,
following the purpose that God has laid in me!
I rise... As for now the voice of Maya reading
this poem shall always and till the day I die
resound in my heart, spread through my veins,
giving vigour to my every *****, "I AM THE
DREAM AND THE HOPE OF THE SLAVE.
I RISE. I RISE. I RISE."