I Rise
I shall rise up from the ashes of poverty,
I shall search to find my place in this world
My head will be held high as I begin to know myself.
Who am I and why is this my burden to bear?
I will share with the world my fears, hopes and vision
And even if I struggle to keep my sanity,
I will hold on and never let go of what I believe
That living like this is such a cruel fate.
I know my journey will not be smooth,
But life is what is is and I am willing to accept that
So even when I am tired and weary like a mule with a heavy load,
I will trod onward and bear the burdens on my own.
I often curse the womb from whence I came,
Why was I born into such a lowly state?
Now on reflection I hang my head low to the ground
For my mother always did the best that she could.
So here I am with nothing but strong determination to change my situation,
Why should my portion be just pain and misery?
With just my goals in mind I vow never to suffer the same fate in this life,
But I will hold my head high and keep my eyes on my prize.
Copyright © Viviene Ramsay | Year Posted 2023
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