Life begins 

Nature greets me with tears 

Perhaps to prepare me  

For words that will soon greet me 

That I’m not worthy of being born 

Still I rise 

Naïve and trusting 

That the hands that hold me 

Are meant to keep me safe  

Soon as my arms and feet grow stronger 

Only so I can serve in roles that await  

Unpaid laborer and caretaker 

Sex slave and eye candy 

And the list goes endless as others’ wants 

Still I rise 

So, I can play my roles to ‘perfection’ 

Dying everyday so I can serve my ‘loved ones’ better 

I discover the joy of learning 

Play Art Music Sport 

Still I rise 

So, I can bear the pain when my dreams are crushed 

Still I rise 

With dreams that youth brings in its wake 

I embrace your will your judgments on my life 

Sold to slavery 

Voice suppressed body abused 

And thrown into the streets  

When I’m no longer of use  

Still I rise 

Life refuses to give up on me 

I learn means to keep myself alive 

A trade a skill  

Like an acrobat who has no choice in a circus 

Still I rise 

I learn to pick myself up again 

And again and again 

As I walk alone  

Life begins 

 

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