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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?
because I walk like I got oil wells pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and 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 tear drops,
weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
don't you take it awful hard
Because I laugh like I got golden mines
digging in my own backyard.

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 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 with 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.

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