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.