I Rise
You might batter me to pieces, I don’t care,
With threats, whispers, you can’t make fun of my size.
You might trip me up,
But like phoenix’s I rise.
Just like tears and death at graves,
With the pride and power of the cerulean tides,
Just like hopes launching high,
Still I rise.
Did you want to see me shatter?
Breaking before your very eyes?
Hunched soldiers like broken soldiers?
From your dirty lies?
Fixing my life- mending and crashing,
Like fixed glass,
I rise
Putting my broken life back together,
Still trying,
I rise
Im a brick wall, avoiding from there sighs,
I’m titanium, my strength defines lies.
Packing up from days and days
Of insecurity and rage,
I rise
Entering a new world that blossoms around me,
I rise.
From my mother who grew me,
I bear the light,
I am the truth, the youth, the power of my fight.
I rise.
I rise.
I rise.
Written by a 10-year-old boy whose mother was subjected to severe domestic violence and sexual abuse by their father. He also physically abused the children.