My pride devours you
as false intentions
are recognized.
Schemes and smiles
cloak and protect you 
as my ebony eyes
connect with my nubian knowledge
and reveal your masked deception.
Witness my elevation
as I gather my own purpose,
shield myself,
and protect the forgotten years.
The tribes of now
respond and regroup.
I choose,
alone,
the moment to stand,
and the hour 
to kneel and pray
for my aching soul.
Pressures of existing
attempt to shadow me.
A light of hope shines
and the pain quickly dissipates.
The powers of yesterday
have granted me 
unseen strength.
With this,
I become complete
and soon,
I rise.