However I Rise

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*