May be, as black, you lived in slavery;
May be, as young, you stayed in penury;
May be, you were victim of usury,
But still like dust, you rose again surely!
No more could anyone offend you more;
World's twisted lies couldn't give you eyesore;
God opened you another newer door;
And so you rose with courage in hearts core.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem