We who were born
In country places,
Far from cities
And shifting faces,
We have a birthright
No man can sell,
And a secret joy
No man can tell

I claim your words, and I believe in it.
The above stanza, I cherish a lot, because my birthright, my secret joy, no man can sell, no man can tell. Eyes have not seen, ears have not even heard the greatness in me.
Thanks for sharing; your poem has just given me the strength to move on. Keep writing; I admire your courage, determination, and vision. I look forward to working with you.