February 2012
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My Own Version of Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
Though you may pass me in the hallway,
and advert your golden eyes.
I won’t take a second glance,
because like wings, I’ll rise
Do my actions upset you?
Do they make your skin crawl?
That despite all the tricks you pull,
I do not stumble nor fall
Like the certainty that time marches,
and that we all live and die,
there is no doubt in my heart,
I will always rise
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