1 … Out of the huts of history's shame I rise
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2 Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise
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3 I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide
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4 Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
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5 Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise
6 Into a daybreak miraculously clear I rise
7 Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
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8 I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise.
Maya Angelou