I Rise Poem by Jermaine Murray

I rise with the Sun and Fall with the Moon.

My fiery rage is only tempered by my somber grace.

With each breathe I take is a liberation for my predeccsesor.

Every step, a dream accomplished for my ancestors.

I have the blood of Slaves running through my veins.

The blood of Warriors and Rulers who stripped from their place.

It is running through my veins on-word to my heart.

The blood of Slave, the Heart of a King but above all else.

I am a man with Purpose, I am a man with struggle.

I am a man with a dream.