Tuesday 18 September 2018

Still I Rise...

BEAUTIFUL & BOLD
Battered and bruised, still I rise
Broken, torn and beaten, still I rise 

Rise I can and rise I will because even amidst my circumstance I am not its product and neither am I its victim.
Like oceans deep and tides wide, I rise like crashing waves.
Like gravel set on ground and destined for trampling, like dust I rise.

With terror and fear handed as gifts, like a breaking dawn so wondrously clear, still I rise. 
I am uprooted from pain and gloom and like a shooting star I continue to rise.

They have laughed, they have scorned, tried to shoot me with their words and cut me with their hate but like the air, I continue to rise.

A platform had been set, a ramp prepared and an engine fueled for a rise so majestic that many gaze in awe.

I am bold, I am beautiful, I am black, I am brave and all I have ever known is to rise. 
Rise to leaps and bounds unmatched, destinations undiscovered and breaths unfathomable.


CONTENTMENT
I soar on eagles wings, uplifted and carried by my Redeemer.
I have no fear, no shame and no limitations.
I rise higher than birds.

I am blessed, blessed beyond measure nor imagination.
I am strong, strengthened in meekness.
I rise up unafraid.

I am a queen inaugurated to a throne
A throne not set on mortar nor clay
I rise and remain risen.

-I am Pam, The Nubian Goddess, An African Woman of Substance-