You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
I’m trying to find something to base my life upon, Something in this strange world that goes on and on. As the years go by and time fades away, What used to be “good days” are now filled with dismay. Tomorrow comes, and then again it goes, And my ambition to become something more grows and grows. Around the corner, yet miles away, The life I want now gets closer each day. All I’ve ever wanted was something to live for. I don’t want to be this little person anymore. I’ve been basing my life upon what others think. I wish I could go back and redo everything, every time an eye would blink. I’ve fought to become who I am and what I want to be. I have to remind myself that one day I will be free, Free from the rules I followed as a child, When everything was a game and life was so mild. Now times have changed and I realize nothing is fair, And sometimes it seems like nobody even cares. It’s like no one pays attention to what I feel is best for me And what I think about the way some things should be. I understand now that I’m pretty much on my own, And I know a lot of what I can do will never be known. All the time I think about everything I can’t say, what I have to keep in, And by doing this, my thoughts only get more complicated and deepen. Soon I hope to find out who I am and what I am meant to become. I want to know where I’m going. I don’t need to be reminded of where I came from.
I remember the temple, this route I’ve travelled before, I recall the bridge as I cross it again. It seems the hills and rivers have been waiting, The flowers and willows all are selfless now. The field is sleek, and vivid, thin mist shines, On soft sand, the sunlight’s colour shows it’s late. All the traveler’s sorrow fades away, What better place to rest than this?
You may see me struggle, but you won’t see me fall. Regardless if I’m weak or not, I’m going to stand tall.
Everyone says life is easy, but truly living it is not. Times get hard, people struggle and constantly get put on the spot.
I’m going to wear the biggest smile, even though I want to cry. I’m going to fight to live, even though I’m destined to die. And even though it’s hard and I may struggle through it all, you may see me struggle… but you will NEVER see me fall.