And Still I Rise

by Dr Maya Angelou

Knowing something. Going someplace. But this time, you will simply Stand and watch. Maybe.

And now I’ll tell you my Golden Rule, I was born to work but I ain’t no mule. I was born to work up to my grave But I was not born To be a slave.

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.