7 RISE

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 stylish 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 arrogance offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines,
Digging 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.

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 wonderously clear
I RISE.
That lifeless 7 years shall i never gaze,
Feels great oh my,it's like 7 days.
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

It's just a number 7,
7 barriers it takes to the gates of heaven.
I RISE.

~aminfadly