Like a smile on the face of a clown
You won't be able to keep me down
You cannot defeat me with your obvious lies
Like yeast filled dough, each day I rise
I'm a blessed child of the most high
Covered and favored till the day I die
Hatred harms you, off me it will bounce
Covered by love, I treasure the ounce
You tried to suppress me
Urged the cops to arrest me
Despite my service, I'm often mistreated
During the Anthem, I don't remain seated
Served in your military during every war
My benefits did not even the score
You must truly hate me; I can see it in your eyes
You put me down, but like the sun, I still rise.
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Author Notes
The photo is from the Internet and the poem was inspired by Maya Angelou's, 'Still I Rise'
This poem is a tribute to soldiers of color who have suffered mistreatment at the hands of some who do not recognize or fully appreciate our contributions to the country of our birth. This includes Asians, Hispanics, Indians, Arabs and any I failed to mention. Most of us served not out of compulsion, but out of genuine love for our nation, and its citizens.
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