My fight does not stem from the desire to overpower

My fight stems from my roots embedded in the rich earth of my motherland

My struggle stems from the recognition that evil will always exist if good stays silent

My struggle is driven with my heart and my fist

My heart drives me with the passion to continue working for justice for all

My heart is the fuel

My fist is the fire

When I raise my fist, it is a symbol of preserverance.

A beacon of light shouting, "I am here!"

And I am here to stay.