Monday, July 4, 2011

Poem #2: Still I Rise

Still I Rise

They got me feeling like black Jesus when I walk
But instead of carrying a cross
I’m carrying a hoop to be crucified
but still I rise
As blood and tears flood my eyes
I cry
Not because of pain
but because they despise
Praying for my downfall
so I continue to rise
Lynched by haters because they think I've lied
about the talents I possess
And every step I take towards my death
I can only reminisce
But still I rise
From being down on one knee
And exhausted from the heat
Feelings of defeat
Swept me off my feet
But once again my passion made me rise
After all I grew from concrete
Amongst rodents and flies
Friends turned enemies
Is the assembly of the epitome of a success 
Some call it a curse I call it being bless
But still I rise
And walk to the top of the hill
Where I’m crucified with nails
Pierced through wrist and heels
But Still I rise
After I fall
And stand tall
For all the doubters who didn’t believe in me at all
Jesus was hated too
Still I rise