Here’s a beautiful poam to tell yourself & to all those who tries to put you down.

You may write me down in the history, With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt, But still like DUSTšŖ , I’ll RISEš
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 Moonš and like SunāļøWith the certainty of tidesš , Just like the hopes springing high, Still I’ll RISE š
I’ll RISE , I’ll RISE , I’ll RISE …..

Did you want to see me brokenšBowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops,šš¢ Weakened by my soulful criesš„ŗ
Does my haughtiness offend you, Don’t you take it awful hard, ‘Cause I laugh it like I’ve gold mines, Digging in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with ur words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulnessšæ But still like AIR, I’ll RISEš
I’ll RISE , I’ll RISE , I’ll RISE ….

Does my sassiness upset you?? Does it come as a surprise. That I danceš like I’ve got Diamondsš, At the meeting of my thighs.
Out of the huts š of history’s shame,
I RISEš
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain,
I RISEš
I’m a black ocean, leaping & wide, Welling & Swelling, I bear in the tideš
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear,
I RISE š
Into a day break that’s wondrously clear,
I RISEš
Bringing the giftš that my ancestors gave, I’m the dream and the hope of the world.
I RISE, I RISE,I RISEš
– Maya Angelou