Maya Angelous passing today marks the quieting of one of our great original voices. Rest in peace, Dr. Angelou. And thank you. You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, Ill rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? Cause I walk like Ive 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 Ill rise.
Posted on: Wed, 28 May 2014 13:55:14 +0000
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