just like moon and like sun
with the truth of tides
just like hopes flowing high
Still I'II Rise

You may write me down
In history with your bitter,
twirled lies, you may trod me
in the very silt,
but still, like dust, I will rise!

Cause I walk like I've got oil
wells pumping I'm room
Cause I laugh as I've got
Gold Mines digging in my own
yard

Out of the huts of history disgrace
I rise
Up from a past that rooted
in pain
I rise
I'm an ocean leaping and wide
Welling and swelling
I will bear in the tide leaving
behind the night of terror
and fear
And Still, I rise
And Still, I Rise




© Ashley Kenneth