Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I 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 rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Author: Maya Angelou

Out of the huts of history's shame<br />I rise<br />Up from a past that's rooted in pain<br />I rise<br />I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,<br />Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.<br />Leaving behind nights of terror and fear<br />I rise<br />Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear<br />I rise<br />Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,<br />I am the dream and the hope of the slave.<br />I rise<br />I rise<br />I rise. - Maya Angelou

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