Still I Rise

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， Ill rise.

Does my sassiness upset you？

Why are you beset with gloom？

'Cause I walk like Ive 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 Ill rise.

Did you want to see me broken？

Bowed head and lowered eyes？

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you？

Dont you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like Ive got gold mines

Diggin in my own back yard.

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， Ill rise.

Does my sexiness upset you？

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like Ive got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs？

Out of the huts of historys shame

I rise

Up from a past thats rooted in pain

I rise

Im 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 thats 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.