The popular kids in school won’t be remembered in history
Through the years, all they spoke were lies
Covered their real selves in dirt
And there will be no one there to help them rise.
Did you listen to me as I listen to you?
Is there sunlight, or is the sky gloom?
Because I’ve never seen such a thing end well
There’s a better view in my room
A better view of the sun
With water waves and ocean tides
That flow and are straight high
But still rise.
Do these popular kids feel broken?
Why are they covering their eyes?
Wipe the teardrops
I know everyone cries.
What is wrong with you?
Is your life that hard?
What makes you think it’s better than mine?
Do you see flowers in my backyard?
You think you can hurt me with your words
But look into my eyes
I can feel the hatefulness
From you to me as I rise.
Once again, do I upset you?
Did my presence come as a surprise?
This hard, well-rounded diamond
With thick full thighs
This is such a shame
I rise.
And you are in so much pain
I rise.
And this gap between us is wide
Will we ever get over this tide?
You can’t smell my fear
When I rise.
My head is clear
When I rise.
After all the chances I gave
When I rise.
You treated me like your slave
Before I rose.
I have risen.
I rise.