I STAND

Though I was born with no silver spoon
I stand.

Though my cradle was not laid with fine warm linen
I stand.

Though I crawl in the dirt of the cold mornings
I stand.

The meal might not have been three squared
I stand.

Though I trod the cold ground of the mornings with sliced feet
I stand.

My learning might have stuttered
I stand.

Though the golden fleece was like a mirage
I stand.

The world questioned; Who are you? Yet,
I stand.

For I know who I am, therefore,
I stand.

I am extraordinary because I know who I am, hence,
I stand.