On my downfall being kicked like a dog
Punched like a punching bag
Being whooped, ill-treated
But still I rise!

Many women got their passports to underground
Their graves were drilled inside their heavy hearts
Until there was time they peacefully laid on their backs hopelessly,
But still I rise!

The melodic tongues that played the strings in my heart
They got me so twisted that I lost the meaning of love to toxic relationships
That suffocated me, slowly lost the smell of his cologne.

My heart went with irregular metre –
I became voiceless.
But with the protests and justice my sisters seek, I rise!