I walk the street,or travel in a bus,
When I talk or I move,or even restrict myself to my groove
You stare me down with that glare of yours
You make me fall with that scowl of yours
I am your daughter,I am your wife,I am your mother
Every woman who goes through the plight
But worry not,O hungry men!
I rise..
And will keep rising
Stare me however much
I still will rise
You revile me,beat me and bring me to dust
You reprimand me with your words and the way you make me work
I am your wife,your servant or the page boy who runs for every errand
I am the beggar who clings to you for alms
I am the street dog injured by your harms
But worry not,O unthinking human heart!
I rise..
And will keep rising
Higher than the skies
I still will rise
Chained and fettered,by your iron shackles
You pull at my wrist with a freedom you burgled
And with bullets that on me you showered
You scorn me with your hatred
You trod me as if I'm dust
I am a slave,I am a Jew
I am a fat man and I am black too
But worry not still,O discriminating fool!
I rise..
And will keep rising
To infinity and to forever
I still will rise
And rise will I
Above your rebuking glares
Brighter than the lights
Till my halo makes you blind..
I had written this poetry on being inspired by Mary Angelou's "And Still I rise" hence it bears a likeliness to it. Nevertheless, every word of this poetry manages to rekindle a spirit of a fire in me and so I treat this poetry as a note to self during deppressed times. Hope it has the same affect on you as well. Happy reading!