Even after all of the transgression and oppression
Against people of my complexion
Standing tall with a pen as my weapon
I’m going down writing!!!
I will not be silenced – By this system of recondite violence
I Rise Still
Through this concrete and steel, I will assure that my word is
heard
Throughout this world
My pen will write, until I am free, or
without life!!!
Standing here resilient and austere
I Rise Still
Through the cracks and crevices
of this ‘penal’ development
I will not be appeased, until I am
standing free – reunited with my
family!
I Rise Still
After years and years of disquieting
rejection, inimical reflection
of my case, by a Court
with a racist support beam
I will never give up my dream
to be standing shoulder to shoulder with the
leaders of the culture
I Still Rise
My scent spreads through the prison vents
It emanates on the other side of the gate
And spreads far and wide
emitting my fragrance
Freedom!!!
I Rise Still
Through this concrete maze, this living
grave
I’m traveling past lost souls
Physically they’re here, but their minds
are gone!
I constantly remind myself that
this is just a Sojourn
Eventually I will be home
I Rise Still
And still I rise, I’m on an
ink pen high, chasing my life,
And still I write…
That the stenographer, the judge,
the State, the lawyer, and the jury,
were all White!
And with this black ink, I speak
the truth
Like so many, I was captured as
a youth
And still I rise like Mya Angelou’s…
I Rise Still
