Still, I will 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 will rise.....,
Just like moons and like suns
With certainty of tides
Just like hope springing high
Still I will rise......,
Did you want to see me broken
Bowed head and lowered eyes
Weakened by my soulful cries...
You may shoot me with gun,
Or kill me with a knife......
But ,still like ghost.....,,
I will rise...,
Up from that rooted pain... ..
I will rise.....,
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I will rise.....
Bringing the gift my ancestors gave,
Iam the dream and hope of a slave..
Still, I will rise...
I will rise...
I will rise....
--shraddha tidke
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