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 soulfull cries? Does my haugtiness offend you? Don't you take it awfull hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefullness, 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 hurts of history's shame I rise Up from te past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leeping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a day that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and te hope of the slave I rise I rise I rise.                                              Sting