a poetry by : Maya Angelou
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.
-Maya
Angelou-
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