Still i rise
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
Digg in' 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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