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Maya Angelou’s Still I Rise is enough to rouse anyone from the depths of despair. The ferocity of the words enough to make one look up and start on the journey again. It’s a poem we blindly picked for our first set of notebooks.
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.
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