You may call me useless
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may throw me in the dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Just like a burning star falling,
with the certainty of tides,
just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise ...
I know you want to see me broken
with falling shoulders and lowered eyes
head bending down like teardrops.
Weakened by my inner cries.
You may cut me with your words,
You may beat me with your eyes,
You may ignore me with your spiteful malevolent ,
But still like everyday Sun, I'll rise.
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