Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. with your words,
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You may shoot me
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my ... upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
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