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YET I RISE


 


Write me off with your little stories of lies


Seeking for my downfall with your wounded lies


I RISE


Stories of me to poison those hearts


I RISE


But I'm like the dust that can never be tamed


I RISE


Don't listen to this evil tongue,

Immoting my name just to gain the praise 


I RISE


For my burgeoning annihilate  his devilish act?


I RISE 


The earth for us both

Why trampled me like i ate your fate?


I RISE


I know you want me to be broken,

Bend head and lowered eyes just to beg.


I RISE


You only submerged my name in your ungodly mind,

But can never stain my ego with that evil tongue


I RISE 


Does it come as surprise that I dance like I've got the diamond?

Sorry for your thought will forever be in chaos


I RISE


Does my hubris make you worn,

Downing on you never to rise ?


I RISE


I laughed like I've got the black gold

In my seat making me bold


I RISE 


Thou your tongue may kill me,

But your eyes can never eat me.


I RISE 


Like the sun 🌞 in the morning sky


 YET I WILL EVER RISE.


In a dawn of time my head swell sway,

Like the moon 🌙 and the sun 

🌞  that never go away.


I RISE


Thou the past may be rooted in pains

Just like the wind i will blow away this hatefulness without a pain


I RISE


Watch me rise

As you take the fall


Forever I will  take the leap 

Before your very lids


I WILL FOREVER RISE.


✍🏽 Patrick Ekong ©️

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