Thursday, May 24, 2012

Maya Angelou's "And Still I Rise"

Painting by Danielle C. McManus to honor
National Poetry Week. See her blog

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.

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