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 

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 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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