Still I rise ...

It's been one tough week.

Sometimes it seems...

The more I try, the less I accomplish 

The harder I work, the more I get hurt

The more I give, the less I get

But then again 

Who said it was give and take?

Giving 110%. Every. Single. Day.

That's all that matters.

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   Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

   You may write me down in history

   With your bitter, twisted lies,

   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

  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 haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

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.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

 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 wondrously clear

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.