You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? Cause I walk as if I've got oil wells pumpimg in my living room
Just like suns and like moonsWith the certainty of tides,Just like hopes 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 sassiness upset you?Don’t take it so hard‘Cause I laugh as if I have gold minesDiggin’ in my own backyard.You can shoot me with your words,You can cut me with your liesYou can kill me with your hatefulness,But just like life, I’ll rise.Does my sexiness offend you? Aw!Does it come as a surpriseThat I dance as if I have diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in painI riseA black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak miraculously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the hope and the dream of the slave.
Pawòl Maya Angelou (1928-2014)
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