My Book of Rhymes...

And Still We Rise

And Still We Rise

Dark, suffocated, cracked earth pressed

Upon the light of my mind

A life of monotony stressed

My soul itself seemed under grind.

The sparky zests of lemon rind

That were my hopes for

A fruitful eden'ed earth and kind

Became

Salted

Sour

Left behind.

 

And then by some stroke of luck,

Oh lady luck,

Trickles of ambrosia dripped

Through dark deep dank soil

To find my thirsty ignorant lips

And I was struck,

By a thousand helping hands

Pulling me up and up

I rise up.

Through nine months toil

Till I stand as I do now

As we all do now

Strong and loyal

To our hopes and aspirations

We rise up through Young Foundations

And still we rise.

 

For it be down to us

Reborn, we behold our nation

Untilled earth yearning for salvation

To use our skills to sow seeds,

That inspires a generation

To lead saplings with our knowledge gained

To spread our wings, take flight

To lands afar where it has never rained

Where we have never reigned

So that others may reach for skies

And still we rise.

 

Friend, Uprisers, Countrymen

My parting words

May my sorrow go unheard:

 

For woe is me oh friends of mine

That I should lose you all this night

But woe to mine enemies and thine

That we should carry on the good fight

And woe to those who block our light

And woe to those that ignore our cries

But still

Yet still we rise.

And we rise and rise

As we ride upon these eddies

Of opportunities these currents

Of change

Tilling new lands so far and so strange

Catching winds of success

Beneath our wings

Shaping this earth

Till our hearts sing

And still we rise.

May we always rise

Backstory to poem: 

I haven't been around wattpad recently. I have been on my phone, reading things. But not online, writing things. This is in part due to my laptop screen being broken therefore having to be hooked up to a computer monitor and thus taking away from its natural portability, but majorly due to me being busy.

And boy do I mean busy. More busy than I was or had been during university or any other time. You see, I've found my... one direction. Pardon the bad pun. To go into more detail; over the last 9 months or so I have partaken in a leadership programme based in East London for East Londoners between the ages of 19-25. If you fit that bill and want to know more give me a message, don't be shy.

For my graduation from this leadership programme, I was asked to recite a piece of poetry. And this was that piece. I wanted the piece to illustrate how I had felt before the programme, the metamorphosis that took place, the result and the vision I had for the future for me and my cohort members. However, the first words that I could put down, that kept coming to me and were the basis for my inspiration for all else was 'woe is me'. I couldn't understand why I was sad. So I let my self go and the last verse was the first to be written. That was my message I wanted to give to my fellow members, with whom I had spent the last nine months with. Being reborn.

Suffice to say, it's completely changed my life around. I've gone from being a lost, misguided, un-directioned, un-focused graduate full of potential to being a focused, goal driven, socially aware, directioned individual realising and using my full potential. 

Now I know where and what I want to do - politics with a small p (later with a big P if thats where my path lies), campaigning, volunteering, charity work, social action projects and campaigns and most imoprtantly...

 CHANGE. 

A UNITED, SOCIALLY INTEGRATED, COHESIVE, SOCIALLY MOBILE, FURITFUL BRITAIN.

I hope you forgive me for my absence but see it's necessity and I sincerely hope you enjoyed the poem.

Q.