Still, I Rise Poem by Okello Baloyi
Still, I Rise
Born with less in this cruel world
While everyone just loves to hate me
Likely my words are of motile
As I yearn for what the world offers
Strengthened on squatter camp
Another broken family
Had to work before tertiary
It didn't stop me from getting my diploma
With no sunny days
Future seems promising
Tribulations of a pregnant mind
I was born not to make it, but I did
Still, I rise!
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