Bound by pride and wise eyes I am no seer or guide - I am forever keeper of the.
You cannot fool me, or rule me, my stride is to pursue the stomp of greatness.
I'm gonna grab all I can get with persistence, no claim to fame, just the drive
The Most High gave me.
Descendant of the slave, where all in knowledge I crave to pave the way sparking change everyday.
Bound by pride and my eyes are open wide to seek the truth. Never speak for me, you haven't
earned a righteous key. My glory graciously counts the way, engraving the remembrance of the
struggle rising forward and keep doing the best, through and through.
The valiant efforts might surprise you.
A Poem, by Veronica Rain 2013