found poem

I rise
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.