
Date of issue: 03.11.2014
Song language: English
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 beset 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 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. |
Does my haughtiness offend you? |
Don’t you take it awful hard |
'Cause I laugh like I’ve 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, I’ll rise. |
Does my sexiness 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 |
I rise |
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain |
I rise |
I’m 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 that’s 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. |