I know...seriously nt

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: : That's fucking beautiful. Your professor needs to get that bug out of : his ass. : : : 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. : : : 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. : : : 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 hatefullness, : : : 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 : : : 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 wonderously clear : : : I rise : : : Bringing the gifts that my ancestor's gave, : : : I am the dream and the hope of the slave. : : : I rise : : : I rise : : : I rise.

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