You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may treat me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my recovery upset you?
Why does my progress bother you?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Just like snakes
I had to shed off my old skin
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.
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
And just like Dust
i swear I'll rise
I'll rise.
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©shyspoetry
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