Still I Rise by Maya Angelou ( Live performance)

(Final poem from Maya Angelou Live and Unplugged ) 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 backyard. 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, Ill rise. Does my sexiness upset you Does it come as a surprise