Still I Rise.

Still I Rise

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.

...

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

...

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.

...

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.

(To V and all the victims, may you find justice you trully deserve. And may we always remember: it should never happen to any child in the world. Never, never, never). https://www.instagram.com/reel/DUtZGihErfp/?igsh=ZTJpZm1iandicGlw

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