Every day I wake not knowing what's ahead

Yet I still push forward instead.

I, in my dark-skinned power and zeal

knows that my enemies and my haters cannot deal,

with me as I walk down our white tiled halls.

I scoff at anyone who has the gall,

to tell me what I can or cannot do

because I am different and that's very true.

Although my haters always try to plot my demise

in the famous words of Maya Angelou "Still I Rise".

They may think I am weary,

and they may think I won't succeed,

but when the dust finally settles I'm still in the lead.

So even though every day contains opponents full of spite,

I don't see them with my sunglasses because my future is too bright.