Though you trample upon me and pierce
me with your spike heel, I will not go away.
I am Hope ... resilient, beautiful, resounding,
the phoenix birthed again.
And though you think your rules and red tape
will bind me and shut me down, I will not be bound.
I am Hope ... free, living, eternally
optimistic, inspired.
Yes, you think the tears that you evoke and the sorrow
you have gained elation from are your victory, BUT
I am Hope ... warrior, VICTOR, rebellious,
the passion that conceives justice and social equality.
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