Armed with life it self <br />I trudge on <br />Knowing where I want to go <br />It is not your place to judge <br />It is God's place <br />And he never judges the way you do <br /> <br />You say I can not do it <br />You call me black <br />I am proud to be black <br />You call me illiterate <br />I am not illiterate <br /> <br />I work for you <br />I never complain <br />I just listen <br />I just obey <br />Do you know <br />Why I never complain? <br /> <br />You call me a thief <br />A spent vagabond <br />Look around you <br />Is their anything to steal? <br />Is it the rags or the mats? <br />Is it the china or the vases? <br /> <br />You have never given me a chance <br />You talk and talk <br />You never listen <br />If you did <br />Then I would have told you <br /> <br />I would have told you <br />That I went to school <br />I have read all the books <br />Then you would ask <br />What are you doing here? <br /> <br />I am here because I have dependents <br />I am here because they need me <br />I am here because I need your money <br />Not the insults <br />Not your degrading retrograding statements <br />I am here because I believe <br />I can do it <br />I can do the unbelievable <br />I can go beyond the obvious <br />Like others have done <br />Respect me <br />The way I do to you <br /> <br />I can do it! <br />This is just the beginning <br />The beginning of a new dawn <br />The end is yet to come <br />The end will triumph <br />I can do it! <br />I can do it! <br />I can do it!<br /><br />Jack Shaka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-can-do-it/
