BOWED

HEAD AND LOWERED EYES?

SHOULDERS FALLING DOWN LIKE TEARDROPS, [

WEAKNED [...]

BY MY SOULFUL CRIES?

YOU MAY SHOOT ME WITH YOUR WORDS, CUT ME WITH Your Eyes,

You MAY

"YOU MAY KILL ME WITH YOUR HATEFULNESS, BUT STILL, LIKE AIR, I'LL RISE.

[...]

OUT OF THE HUTS OF HISTORY'S SHAME

I RISE
UP FROM A PAST THAT'S ROOTED IN PAIN

I RISE

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