I Rise

You might batter me to pieces, I don't care,
With threats, whispers, you can’t make fun of my size.
You might trip me up,
But like phoenix’s I rise.

Just like tears and death at graves,
With the pride and power of the cerulean tides,
Just like hopes launching high,
Still I rise.

Did you want to see me shatter?
Breaking before your very eyes?
Hunched soldiers like broken soldiers?
From your dirty lies?

Fixing my life- mending and crashing,
Like fixed glass,
I rise
Putting my broken life back together,
Still trying,
I rise
Im a brick wall, avoiding from there sighs,
I'm titanium, my strength defines lies.

Packing up from days and days
Of insecurity and rage,
I rise
Entering a new world that blossoms around me,
I rise.
From my mother who grew me,
I bear the light,
I am the truth, the youth, the power of my fight.
I rise.
I rise.
I rise.

Written by a 10-year-old boy whose mother was subjected to severe domestic violence and sexual abuse by their father. He also physically abused the children. She is still at severe risk and had to change every detail about her and the children to protect their lives and not be found.