Still I rise

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries? [...]

You may shoot me with your words,
you may cut me with your eyes,
But still, like air, I'll rise. [...]

Out of the huts of history's  shame.
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
welling and sweling I bear in the tide.[...]                          

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
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.

Maya Angelou

Por Alejandra