Still I Rise
You may throw me on the ground
And kick me in the dirt
You may pound me with sticks
And watch me cry as I hurt
You may write me in the books
With your twisted, bitter lies
And blow me away like dust
As you happily wave goodbye
Unlike you, there is nothing to hide
You've seen it all, my dead and my proud side
I am happy and content
With the way you've treated me
Because even though
Im wrinkled and torn
Tired and worn
Bruised and beaten
Mentally eaten
Scratched and scarred
I still reach for the stars
And rise up.
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