Since I do not live alone, I sometimes hear classical music coming from the piano or R&B coming from the stereo. It’s the Wise Woman at work.
The other day, when the news seemed bleak, I heard, over the television, her voice:
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
It’s the opening stanza of Maya Angelou’s poem “Still I Rise.”
• Source: The full poem is here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46446/still-i-rise
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