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| 15 years old | Joined on Jul 23, 2007 |
| from Milwaukee, WI | Last Login May 26, 2008 |
| Last Update Sep 12, 2007 |
All got 2 say is i'm not on dat 8th grade s*** anymore!!! SO DON'T CUM 2 MY PAGE THINKIN IT ALL SWEET!! CAUSE ITS SOUR! DAT ALL I REALLY HAVE 2 SAY. OTHER THEN THAT ENJOY MY PAGE.
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TIREA ( ME, MYSELF AND I)
ARYAHNA ( BEST FRIEND)
KALONDA ( ALWAYS HAV MY BAC)
DOTTIE( KEEPS IT REAL)
CAMILLE( KEEP ME ON MY FEET)
JOLANE ( ALWAYS HAV ME LAUGHIN)
JACKIE ( STAY REAL)
LEXUS (SIS)
SELINA ( CUZ)
AMBER( ALWAYS HAV MY BACK)
HAILE( TELLS ME EVERYTHING)
GREGORY( I CAN TELL ANYTHING 2)
JAMES( KEEP ME ROLLIN)
CAROL( REAL COOL)
JAZMIN( SIS)
FRED( NICE 2 ME NO MATTER WHAT)
DEWITT(ALWAYS TRYIN HIS BEST 2 ________)
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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 backyard.
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
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.
By: Maya Angelou
Nobody can break me down because I will always rise back up.