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from ilza (ilza@pobox.com)
Still I Rise
Maya Angelou
Picture courtesy of
Maya Angelou Dedication page
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 backyard.
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
(posted 9805 days ago)
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