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Still, I Rise by Chaka Zinyemba

Still, I Rise by Chaka Zinyemba

“Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hope springing high, Still I’ll rise… 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… I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide… Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave..

I rise I rise I rise” -Maya Angelou , 1978

Chaka Zinyemba
Edmonton, CANADA

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