I'Ll Survive Poem by ChiCyn Ndulaka

You can gossip about me anywhere,
yet which are all lies.
Have me work hard labour that day and night,
like there's no tomorrow,
but yeah, I'll survive.

Do I hurt you?
Have you seen anyone like me?
Could it be….
the way I handle myself,
the way I walk with dignity and pride,
but yeah,
believe me, I'll survive.

You may treat me like dirt,
not worthy enough to spat on,
like garbage,
but still, I'll survive.

Do I make you feel guilty?

Have you felt sympathy for me?
Is it because,
I talk like I'm the winner,
leader,
hard worker,
can speak every language there is,
and a doctor with a PhD.
Yeah,
That's me.
Who are you?
Well, nothing like me,
but still, I'll survive.

I may not look like,
or be it,
but in a way,
I'm a millionaire.
With a heart so pure,
that you desire,
the leader of the people,
some like me,
with the wings,
that will soar high,
but still, I'll survive.

You may think you have it all,
but you don't.
You may look like you do,
act like one,
but you never will be.

Do I make you fear me?
Are you jealous of me?
Is it because,
some people are,
an succeeding group of people,
the ones that help open the eyes,
of most blind bystanders,
leaders and achievers of freedom,
speech,
and civil rights.
Now you get that most people,
are different,
and from others.
Yeah.
That's us.