“You may trod me in the very dirt, but still, like dust, I'll rise.”

Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with deeper meaning.

You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Nothing can dim the light which shines from within.

The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind.

I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.