WE FALL BUT WE MUST RISE
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. - Maya Angelou You can reduce down to make me minizied but still I rise No one ever wants to sympathize nor realize that I'm more than you think I am filp the table that's what they want to see me do They turn my history sour with the bitter false claimed lies but still I rise Walk over me Spit on me Piss on me like the ground thats under their feet. So your just gonna let them do this ? Who gonna tell them to stop ? NO ONE I GUESS NO SOMEONE WILL! WHO ? ME! I WILL! Walk out into the street and they already pouring bullets at a NEGRO feet everyone of them hit me but they won't see me bleed I will stand there and recieve while my mother is looking down from heaven to see her baby get shot the one she conceived
This poem is about:
Me