Still I Rise (excert)

You may write me down in history
With your bitter,twisted lies,
You 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´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.

Maya Angelou