Simpe, gentle and golden quality, Ravi you have got the creative talents and fine writing quality, that can send thousands of arrows into casteistic people's heart, yeah, straight into their heart!.
Ravi - Birmingham Jan 18th, 2007 at 9:29 pm
You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirtBut 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 wellsPumping 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 minesDiggin’ in my own back yard.
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 riseUp from a past that’s rooted in painI 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 riseInto a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I riseI riseWe riseWe rise
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