Still I Rise The poem "Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou has special meaning to me (Spencer C. Young) for it celebrates unwavering perseverence in the face of oppression.  This powerful poem has been modified to apply to the FRAUD-based travails I have had to confront, and is dedicated to those responsible. I seek to expose and prosecute these fraudsters with an unrelenting focus, using an approach so very foreign to them -- to wit, a lawful one predicated on Truth.  This poems aptly captures the essence of this undertaking on behalf of not merely my family, but the countless others who have been defrauded, or otherwise abused by bankers.  For these bankers believe they are above the law, because they have been assisted by unethical attorneys, and corrupt public officials at the judicial and municipal levels.  Well that MUST change.

You may write me off in history With your bitter, twisted lies You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise   Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops Weak from soulful cries   You may shoot me with your tasers And cut me with your eyes You may abuse me with your hatefulness But still, like air, I’ll rise   Despite years of unrelenting shame – I rise Up from FRAUD that caused this pain – I rise I’m now an angry ocean, leaping far and wide Welling, swelling, quelling those caught in my tide   Leaving behind dark years of fear – I rise For daybreaks wondrously clear – I rise Yielding gifts my ancestors impressed Building dreams for those who are  disillusioned and oppressed   I rise . . . I rise . . . I rise