*Ijeoma

I fell

Cracked on the broken pavement.

I fell

Pushed beyond the reaches of control.

I fell

Waiting in vain for the King’s men.

I rose

From the ashes of crushing failures.

I rose

Far above the depths of defeat and agony.

I rose

Too empty to fight yet too stubborn to surrender.

I fight

Driven beyond my confines.

I fight

For the freedom I deserve.

I fight

For the me that I should be.

I stand

Taller despite the height.

I stand

Fuller of passions without gluttony.

I stand

Greater but without ego.

For the me I have always been.

For the me I will always be.

The ire of society cannot stop me

Neither can it move me.

I have no use for surrender

Nor defeat.

I fall, I rise, I fight,

And I am still left standing,

Unbreakable, unmovable,

Indomitable.

*Roughly translates to “Good Journey” in Igbo