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Just like moons and like suns, Out of the huts of history's shame
With the certainty of tides, I rise
Just like hopes springing high, Up from a past that's rooted in pain
Still I'll rise. I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Did you want to see me broken? Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Bowed head and lowered eyes? Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Shoulders falling down like teardrops. I rise
Weakened by my soulful cries. Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Does my haughtiness offend you? Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
Don't you take it awful hard I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines I rise
Diggin' in my own back yard. I rise
I rise.