Still I rise By 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,I'll rise

 Does my sassiness upset you?

Whyare you besetwith 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

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops

Weakened by my soulful cries

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"You should look for it it's so interesting"