Still I Rise

 You are envious of me,

You don’t want to see,

Me kissing the sky,

Still I rise high.


You set thorns before my way,

So that I may,

Fall a victim to injury,

Still I rise spiritually.


You want me cornered entirely,

From each opportunity,

Yet the path of knowledge I follow,

This is how I rise, you must know.


You endeavour to ruin my reputation,

Which I call an adverse mission,

Yet you need to know,

I shall rise like the sun and glow.


You spread hatred,

I spread love instead,

Like a saint everywhere,

This is my rise, now and here!

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