In This Circle 2 Poem by Falana Zion

Pierce my heart like a spear
Paint my face with tears
Trample on me like the ground
I'll not give up on life, but grab my heart to learn

Have I not prepared for life?
I've prepared to be a man
I've prepared to be oppressed
I've also prepared not to be depressed

Speak ill of me
Drench my coat like wine
I'll not give up on life
But be determined in hundred folds to rise

In this circle called Life
I'll play my string so loud
Though, my black sky may not always be white
But the black won't supercede the white

My life is a life within a life
Without the other life my real life won't shine
My weakness in this my other life
Gives a million chance for me to rise

In this circle
I'll run the race with ease
Face every challenges life may bring
And never forget to rise