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Still I Rise

Maya Angelou


You May Write Me Down in History

With Your Bitter Lies

You May Trod Me in The Very Dirt

But Still, Like Dust...I'll Rise.


Does My Sassiness Upset You?

Why Are You Beset With Gloom?

'Cause I Walk Like I've Got Oil Wells 

Pumping in My Living Room.


Just Like Moons and Like Suns,

With the Certainty of Tides

Just Like Hope Springing High

Still I Rise.


Did You Want to See Me Broken?

Bowed Head and Lowered Eyes?

Shoulders Falling Down Like Teardrops

Weakened by My Soulful Cries.


Does My Haughtiness Offend You?

Don't You Take it Awful Hard,

'Cause I Laugh Like I've Got Gold Mines

Diggin' in My Own Back Yard.


You May Shoot Me With Your Words

You May Cut Me With Your Eyes,

You May Kill Me With Your Hatefulness

But Still, Like Air...I'll Rise.


Does My Sexiness Upset You?

Does it Come As a Surprise?

That I Dance Like I've Got Diamonds

At the Meeting of My Thighs?


Out of The Huts of History's Shame

I Rise.

Up From a Past That's Rooted in Pain

I Rise.


I'm a Black Ocean, Leaping and Wide

Welling and Swelling I Bear in The Tide

Leaving Behind Nights of Terror and Fear

I Rise.

Bringing the Gifts That My 

Ancestors Gave

I Am The Dream and The Hope of 

The Slave.


I Rise.

I Rise.

I Rise.












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