Do Your Worst — I’ll Still Rise”

🎓 For every system that tried to fail me

Do your worst.
Break the locks.
Steal the keys.
Call me every name except the woman I am destined to be.

Push me to the margins.
 Hand me your silence like a sentence.
 Wrap your robes in power and call it justice —
 I’ll still rise.

Do your worst.
Strip me of comfort.
Leave me to sleep in steel and shame.
Let the rain write verses on my windscreen.
I’ll turn every storm into scripture.

Because I’m not just surviving —
I’m studying.
I’m scripting.
I’m building a dissertation in resilience —
And when it’s done?

I will pass.
With honours.
With power.
With a high-level degree in divine defiance.

You underestimated the girl with no roof.
But I’ve got a temple for a backbone
And a gospel in my chest.
You wrote me off —
But I edited the ending.

You tried to fail me…
But I am the syllabus now.
And every breath I take?
That’s a distinction.

So go ahead.
Do your worst.
Because I?
I will still graduate from this fire — a woman of war and wisdom.

And they’ll hand me no robe…
But I’ll walk in glory anyway.