You might step on me, yet I won’t break,
With each difficulty, I ascend from the throb.
Like residue in the breeze, I’ll take off and oppose,
A phoenix on fire, aiming high.
My soul unwavering, my voice will resonate,
Despite mistreatment, my solidarity knows no bound.
With pride in my heart and fire in my eyes,
Regardless of the battle, still I rise.
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