I am not supposed to be here, counted out, sold out and acted out... Yet I stand.
Rejected, despised, and called "the ugly thing", "the creature with no soul or brain", still I marched on without glitter or gold, as foretold... Yet I stand.
Without them knowing I really did fall, but only to my knees to make that humble call, to only that "one", that "force" stronger than man and, this is how... Yet I stand.
When my body is finally here no more, my words, and my work has reached that "all I can" only then will it be certain that... Yet I stand.
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I have written and re-written something to say...but nothing I write seems adequate. "Yet I Stand..." is so beautiful, so touching, so meaningful it has left me speechless.
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