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Maya Angelou, Still I Rise

"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted liès,
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 hopes springing high,
Still, I'll rise.

Did you want to see me bròken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Wèakened 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 backyard.

You may shòot me with 
your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may k.ill me with 
your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sèxiness 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 
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 terròr and fèar,
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s 
wondrously clear,
I rise
Bringing the gifts that 
my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope 
of the slàve.
I rise
I rise
I rise."

☀️ Maya Angelou, Still I Rise

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