Still I Rise Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

STILL I RISE
They bounce on me
Like cat on a mouse
Digging their fingers
On my body with no mercy
They said am not good enough
But inspiration and muse kept
Me going desperately in focus not
Minding their kind cruel attitude.
Their words hit on me like a coconut
Fell on an empty head still I rise
Amidst their neglect and rejection.


Hope,
I picked it up in the desert somewhere.
Dusted it off—placed the light pebble in my pocket to shine on me, I liked the way it felt.
The way i were worthy when it was near.
But then I stumbled and dropped it down a cliff side one day.
You never heard it hit the ground, but you knew it was gone.
You could tell by the heaviness of my limbs and the little breaths I could barely manage to exhale with the heaviest set of iron lungs.
You knew without it, the road home would be the most painful I've ever had to endure.

Hope made me great after their rejection
Here I am moving greatly in hope and dream
Of those Things which are meant to Come
My way soonest.