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 will 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 certainty of tides
Just like hopes springing High
Still I will rise
Did you want to see me broken
Bowed head head and lowered eyes
Shoulders falling down like teardrops
Weakened by my soulful cries
Does my haugtiness offend you
Dont you take awfully hard
'"cause I laugh like I have gold mines
Diggin in my own backyard
You may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with you eyes
You may kill me with you hatefulness
But still...like air, I will rise
Does my perseverance upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I have diamonds
At the beating of the "Tifa" drums
Out of the huts of history shame.. I rise
Up from the past that rooted with pain...I rise
I am a black ocean, leaping and wide
Wellin and swelling I bear in tide of freedom
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear...I rise
Into a daybreak that's wonderously clear...I rise
Holding onto the gifts that my ancestors gave
I am the dream and the hope all West Papuan brave
I will rise,
I will rise,
I will rise,
One people, One Soul, excerpts of a Peom wrtten by Maya Angelou, but slightly taylored to suit the West Papuan cause.
Please be encourage because I still think we have a better chance to negotiate our freedom and independence with Prime Minister Kevin and US Presedent elect Barack Obama.
Anak Yehudi..Tetap Merdeka !
No Compromise !ONE PEOPLE, ONE SOUL
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