With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
-And Still I Rise, Maya Angelou-
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.
-And Still I Rise, Maya Angelou-
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
-And Still I Rise, Maya Angelou-
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