Question

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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've 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.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Answer 1

@ArielLeosiudhs
@alyssa23

Answer 2

Hope you like it ;)

Answer 3

<3 AMAZING DIE HARD AMAZING

Answer 4

xD

Answer 5

that is a really amazing poem