You thought you could
Just take away my title
And curb my position
You thought that you
Could minimize me
Reduce my stature
Belittle who I am
Shun my offerings
You thought that
You did something
Had me where you
Wanted me to be
On the bottom
But good luck
The title
Does not make me
The position
Does not make me
The office
Does not make me
The desk
Does not make me
It is what’s inside of me
That makes me and
Still I rise
by John D. Evans
All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2008
When your inspiration seems to fade and depression tries to creep in,
Just close your thoughts to the negativity and welcome the love.
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