Just like the AM sun from the east, I will rise
Even if they ditch me in the mud
Just like the dust on the roads of Salone, I will rise
I will rise like Issa risen to the heavens of God
Sew my person in your fabricated lies
Write me as the villain on your pages
Just like the hopes of warriors, I will rise
Like a smoke, I'll rise, even if it took me ages
I will rise for so long my life I own
Like the "free bird," I'll make the sky my own
I will rise like a kindled fire of a harmattan breeze
I will rise like a plant of a buried seed.
©ibraheeman
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