Yet, I Will Rise Poem by Melody Thaila Kuku

Though you whip me with words,
And say you see through me with glistering eyes,
Though my back be bent with your hate.
And you show hopelessness to my eye,
Yet, I will rise.

Through forked tongues you judge my worth,
My soul is placed on a scale that fails.
And I swim in the poison of your serpent friendship.
But though you throne me on the seat of failure,
Yet, I will rise.

Yet, I will rise.
Not to walk the steps of a defeated man,
But against the fear and hate you breed me with.
I will rise against your oracles that say I am nothing.

And though you triumph, its but a while.
For I am patient, I've known no other way.
Yet in patience I work, finding the lost me.
But you are blind to it, blinded by your ill wishes.

And when you think my soul lay at the bosom of the ocean,
Never to rise, when you dust your palm,
And smiles sit on your faces,
The laughter ringing out from the hole below your nostrils.
Yet, I will rise.

Never to fall no more,
To rule my world, to conquer.
Then I will be victor and you vanquished.