Defiance The Anger speaks

When I am kicked to the ground I do not call it home
When my face is pushed to the mud I do not learn to eat dirt
When I am shackled in pain by the indifference and ignorance of others, I do not wear these as accessories
When I am bruised in body and mind I do not accept this as marks of distinction
When I feel the pain of defeat it for me will make victory sweet
When the tryrants of my soul do plague my outer world with their ill intent
I will rise to thier defeat and draw on my inner world which they cannot know
This inner world will last in victory long after the body I have called home
when this challange has been met like it has for so many in the past
I will truly be free at last