I Can't See My Haters
Every day I wake not knowing what's ahead
Yet I still push forward instead.
I, in my dark-skinned power and zeal
knows that my enemies and my haters cannot deal,
with me as I walk down our white tiled halls.
I scoff at anyone who has the gall,
to tell me what I can or cannot do
because I am different and that's very true.
Although my haters always try to plot my demise
in the famous words of Maya Angelou "Still I Rise".
They may think I am weary,
and they may think I won't succeed,
but when the dust finally settles I'm still in the lead.
So even though every day contains opponents full of spite,
I don't see them with my sunglasses because my future is too bright.