|By Maya Angelou |
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|You may pull through me down in history | |
|With your bitter, twisted lies, | |
|You may trod me in the very dirt | |
|But still, corresponding dust, Ill rise. | |
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|Does my sassiness upset you? | |
| wherefore are you beset with gloom? | |
|Cause I walk homogeneous Ive got oil wells | |
|Pumping in my living room. | |
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|Just like moons and like suns, | |
|With the certainty of tides, | |
|Just like hopes springing high, | |
|Still Ill rise.
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|Did you motive to see me broken? | |
|Bowed head and lowered eyeball? | |
|Shoulders falling down like teardrops, | |
|Weakened by my soulful cries? | |
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|Does my haughtiness offend you? | |
|Dont you take it awful hard | |
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