You thought you could

Just take away my title

And curb my position

You thought that you

Could minimize me

Reduce my stature

Belittle who I am

Shun my offerings

You thought that

You did something

Had me where you

Wanted me to be

On the bottom

But good luck

The title

Does not make me

The position

Does not make me

The office

Does not make me

The desk

Does not make me

It is what's inside of me

That makes me and

Still I rise