This is a poem by Maya Angelou that I *had* to record on my blog. Rarely does one gets to read expressions like these.
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.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
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