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 upset 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 the tides
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
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Culled From: STILL I RISE
As written by Maya Angelou,
Who lived from the year 1928 to the year 2014
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This novel is not intended to glorify one gender above the other but with the impression of creating a sense of gender equality.
It is written with the sense of a weak to strong concept whereby one may draw strength
