STILL I RISE

A poem 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... Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise... Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise."