You could spar with your eyes,
Or wound with your words…
And yet I shall rise
And strut a jaunty stride!
You can offend me with your taunts
And make me cry for a while.
But you’ll never succeed
In ruining my life!
I have all that you yearn for…
And then some more.
Your eyes cannot disguise
The longing behind the scorn!
You could make people ponder
If all I say are lies.
And yet, when you look around
You’ll see me surrounded by allies!
You could try besmirching my pride;
And even convince me you’re right.
But people know me better
They wouldn’t vacillate ever!
You could create a furor and strife
Amongst me and my family alright.
But never would you succeed
In even trying their faith in me!
Your every action seems futile!
You’ve only succeed in making me realize
That I am blessed, innumerable times.
Every time I stumble, I will rise!
Your pseudo friends will walk away…
Your façade will one day crumple…
My entourage will grow larger
I’ll live my life untroubled!