Still I Rise, by Maya Angelou.

 
Does my sassiness offend you? I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
You may write me down in history
Don't take it so hard Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
With your bitter, twisted lies,
’Cause I laugh as if I have gold mines Leaving behind nights of terror and
You may trod me in the very dirt
Digging in my own back yard. fear
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
  I rise
 
You may shoot me with your words, Into a daybreak that’s wondrously
Does my sassiness upset you?
You may cut me with your lies, clear
Why are you beset with gloom?
You may kill me with your hatefulness, I rise
’Cause I walk as if I have oil wells
But still, like air, I’ll rise. Bringing the gifts that my ancestors
Pumping in my living room.
  gave,
 
Does my sexiness upset you? I am the dream and the hope of the
Just like suns and like moons,
Does it come as a surprise slave.
With the certainty of tides,
That I dance like I've got diamonds I rise
Just like hopes springing high,
At the meeting of my thighs? I rise
Still I'll rise.
  I rise.
   
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Did you want to see me broken?  
I rise
Bowed head and lowered eyes?  
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain  
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
I rise
Weakened by my soulful cries?