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”
poets.org/poem/still-i...
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”
poets.org/poem/still-i...