Rise
Added 2021-10-12 23:37:10 +0000 UTCYou may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, Iβll rise.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still Iβll rise.
β from a poem by Maya Angelou (1928 - 2014)
