To Tell....

This is;
You may write me down in history with your bitter and twisted lies. You may trod me in the very dirt yet 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 the moons and suns, with the certainty of tides, just like hopes springing high, I shall 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 awfully hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. I shall still rise!