Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard,
Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise,
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds at the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise.
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise. —— excerpt from Maya Angelou