Still I Rise

You enslave me, enrage, chastise and debase me.

But still I rise.

You claim I am less than, fragments of a conquered man.

But still I rise.

You attack in waves, dictate like I'm a slave.

But still I rise.

My face is bruised, from the beatings I have been through.

My knuckles, raw, for years we have knocked on the door.

My heart, true. My Soul, intact.

The morals of a man, fixed in stature and plan.

For I shall not reside, within walls you preside.

Descendants of Kings & Queens, we are the future you have tried to hide