With your bitter, twisted lies
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops
And weak from soulful cries?
You may shoot me with your tasers
And cut me with your eyes
You may abuse me with your hatefulness
But still, like air, I’ll rise
Despite years of unrelenting shame – I rise
Up from FRAUD that caused this pain – I rise
For I’m now an angry ocean, leaping far and wide
Welling, swelling, quelling those within my tide
Leaving behind dark years of fear – I rise
For daybreaks wondrously clear – I rise
And yielding gifts my ancestors impressed
To fulfill the dreams of those oppressed
I rise . . . I rise . . . I rise