Still I Rise, She Said! ! Poem by Zibele Mrasi

Still I rise I read.

Every emotion I define without words.
Every feeling I example with no thoughts.
Every imagination draw unseen dreams.
Even ear drams beat to the sound of un heard voices.

Still I rise I listen.

To metaphors that tell a different story.
To stories that sight my eyes inside the story.
To visions that turn into reality.
To a reality that was once history.

Still I rise she said.

From the dead of once never lived, I rose.
From words long lost in fear, I rose.
From unwritten scrolls, my path was written.
From ink and reed, I was born.