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.
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.
I have had some struggles recently. See in high school I was well known, well liked, and kind of well… important. It is harder to feel the same here, because it is so much bigger than high school (about 8000 more people). See I come from a small town of Mount Juliet, Tennessee where I knew everyone and everyone knew me. And that drove me insane! So I sunk into that freshman depression… yeah we have all heard about it or experienced it in some way. I felt abandoned, unloved, and honestly I missed my mommy!! I just wanted to crawl into a hole and live there. Read the rest of this entry »


