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I’ll Rise

You may strike me at my lowest
With your racking coughs and cursed fever
You may trample on my economies and shut down my businesses
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my resilience upset you?
Does my courage and benevolence beset you with gloom?
‘Cause I found a way to be kind in the midst of the pandemic
For my heart overflows with kindness and hope,
Hope that with the certainty of the sun rising tomorrow
So will I rise.

Though your virulence
And the accompanying pandemonium may crush my soul
Though the hysteria it brings may sap my spirit
But still, still, I’ll rise.

You want to see me scared and threatened
At each other’s neck struggling for toilet paper and sanitizers?
Well, you have seen me at my worst
But have you seen me at my best?

For like the Spanish Influenza before you
The Ebola and the Zika
Polio and the rest
I will overcome
And like air, unhindered, I’ll rise.

For out of the darkness of despair
I rise
Up, from the painful night and the accompanying gnashing of teeth
I rise
From shivers and fevers that racked my body and dragged my soul
I rise
For I am an ocean, fed by the goodwill of humanity
Protected by doctors, nurses, technologists and scientists
And just like the waves
I’ll rise.

And from this terrible night
I rise
Into a dawn of renewed strength and refreshed Earth
I rise
Bringing the knowledge of the strength in our learned numbers
And how united as one human race,
Black or white, man or woman, young or old
We rose.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

This was inspired by the poem ‘Still I Rise’ written by Maya Angelou.

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