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In your mind you conclude that
'this one is a dried bone'.
And you look at me as if am alone, 
But i have got back bone that makes 
Me rise.

I rise! for i am the glittering shining rising star.
I am the African sunrise
I am the future surprise
I am the poetic merchandise
The most wanted prejudice 
The lightening ink that thunders rebuke
At your envious heart.
I am the black talking drum, 
Talking, making sense as in twisting
Your brain until it starts learning to make sense.

Does my boldness frighten you? 
Why restless when am stress-less? 
Why do you freeze when i breeze in? 
You device means to see am falling
But if i fall i will rise more rooted, 
Sure footed, like a tree in the swamp.
Till tomorrow or even till i finally mellow
However, i rise.
Though is not by my strength, i'm only a serving vessel.

Out of thatch huts and bamboo fence
Emerged the future modeling art.
Banana boy from hot black soil, 
To become a glorious star.
Who cares if you like it or doubt it or not to admit
That my prophetic poetic tonic makes your brain 
Charge like alcoholic toxic.

However, i rise...
I rise like a balloon going high high...
Like Maya Angelou, 
I rise! i rise! ! 


Charles Melody
*Lightning Ink*

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