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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Showing posts with label stairs. Show all posts
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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poetry,
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