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Maya Angelou - Still I Rise
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted 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 hopes springing high,
Still I`ll 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
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 slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
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